Moira gasped as the amazing Captain took her hand and patted it paternally. Without preamble he had placed the conversation upon a thrilling level. It was a unique experience, but she rather liked it.
“Now, I sincerely hope you do not care for Mr. Repton,” continued O’Hagan; “because late to-night or early to-morrow morning I propose to pull his nose!”
“Oh!” said Moira. But the language of her eloquent eyes added: “Do him good!”
“He has asked you to marry him?”
(A rebellious glance).
“Has he not?”
(Slight nod).
“You have not yet given him your answer?”
(Head-shake).
“I am glad of that; because I want you to marry Bruce McIvor,” explained O’Hagan judicially.