"Gault, you are growing too serious for your age; you ought to get a wife."
He smiled a little quickly, and resumed his former expression, without replying; but after a moment drew from his pocket book a photograph, and placed it in my hand.
It was of a most attractive looking young lady of, perhaps, twenty-two years.
"Ah! I see that my suggestion is not needed," I said, holding the picture at arm's length to get a better general impression. "Is she yours?"
He flushed a little at so direct a question, as he answered evasively:—
"She is a very true friend of mine."
"But she is more than that. Now, tell me, Gault, when is your honeymoon to begin?"
"That is more than I can tell," he replied, slowly returning the photograph to his pocket book.
"You must not wait to get rich," I observed. "It is when a man is working for success that he most needs the sympathy and help of a good wife."