"Say it later, John," whispered Mr. Rivett dryly. "We'll go downstairs for a while."
"You won't!" said Diana, turning laughingly on them. "You will wish us happiness, and drink to it, too." She rose, flushed and radiant. Silvette sprang to her feet and kissed her; Jack seized her with determination, and made no ceremony about it.
Then Diana walked straight up to Mr. Rivett, and held out both hands; and the little man kissed her grimly.
Mr. Dineen's blue eye sparkled; she looked at the big, jolly Irishman, audaciously delighted.
"What man has done, man may do," she said.
"Faith, I'll see if a woman can do it, too!" he said, saluting her with all the reckless grace of his race.
Then Edgerton's hand was shaken and his shoulder patted, and Jack summoned legions of waiters from the regions below.
Rivett's burned-brown eyes bored through and through Edgerton as he took his hand.
"I thought you'd do it," he said.
"Did you? I wasn't very hopeful myself," said the young fellow, laughing.