“Thirty seconds,” he said.
“I’ll take her.”
He replaced his watch, and I took Tact’s hand. All the female Stools have poor circulations.
“So we’ll be getting married,” I said, “in due course.”
“Yes,” she said. “That’ll be very nice.”
Then her four sisters, who had evidently been waiting outside, came and shook hands with me with expressions of delight, and Ezekiel informed me that his solicitor would be in attendance the next morning.
I bowed a little stiffly.
“I shall be here,” I said, and Ezekiel replied that he had no doubt of it.
Then I shook hands again with Tact and her sisters, bidding them good-bye for the present; and they bade me good-bye, also for the present, adding that they would be seeing me to-morrow.
“Yes, to-morrow,” I said. “I’ll be seeing you to-morrow.”