The boy sat down and gazed absently out of the window; after a few moments he turned his head and looked at his father.
"Dad," he said, "I'm in love."
Rivett senior regarded him in angry amazement, for a second only; then the grim mask of a face resumed its weasel-eyed and expressionless immobility.
"Babies have to go through teething, too," he observed.
Jack said pleasantly: "Wouldn't you rather I came to you and told you about it?"
"Yes; a boy is all right who tells his parents. Who is the girl?"
"Silvette."
An unaccustomed color dyed Mr. Rivett's pallid temples.
"Oh! Have you informed her?"
"Yes."