“No,” he laughed. “Look here, instead,” and pivoted Uncle Clem so that Eve came in his line of sight.
“Splendid!” said Clem, moving to meet her. “Used to tell him he’d do no good until he fell in love. May I kiss her?”
“Don’t ask me.”
“Well, may I?”
“Um!” said Eve.
And he did, saying thereafter:
“First rate! I like it immensely. Sit down—take off your hat, or whatever you do to feel at home. That’s the way. Now let’s hear all about it. Are you married—or going to be? I see—going to be—no ring. Splendid!”
“Here’s the ring,” said Wynne. “It will be worn for the first time today.”
“Today! Today the best day in all the year! And you came to see me on the way to the church. Fine! Y’know, there is something in ’im after all, even though he’s devilish sporadic in coming to see me.”
“He’s saving you up for the good time ahead,” said Eve; “and I can see why, now.”