Kirk had hard work to refrain from shaving himself twice that evening, so overcareful was he about his toilet, yet his excitement was as nothing compared to that of Allan, who looked on with admiration tempered by anxious criticism. The boy, it seemed, appropriated to himself the entire credit for the happy ending of this affair.
"It will be a grand wedding, sar," he exclaimed. "H'Allan will be there for giving you away."
"You don't know enough about me to give me away," Kirk returned, lightly.
"I shall be needing some h'expensive garments for the ceremony. I would h'ahsk you to be so kind—"
"Not too fast. It hasn't gone quite that far yet."
"But I shall need to have those garments made by a tailor, and that will require time. They will be made precisely to resemble yours, then nobody can tell h'us apart."
"That's considered genuine flattery, I believe."
"Would you do me a favor, Master h'Auntony?"
"Surest thing you know."
"I shall be waiting in the street to-night. Could you h'arrange to h'ahsk those fatal questions h'adjoining the window so that I might h'overhear?"