“It is hardly respectful,” demurred Halibut. “What do you think the lady would do if she heard of it?”
“Laugh,” replied the Major, with conviction.
“I believe she would,” said the other, brightening. “I believe she would.”
“You agree, then?”
“With conditions.”
“Conditions?” repeated the Major.
“One game,” said Halibut, speaking very slowly and distinctly; “and if the winner is refused, the loser not to propose until he gives him permission.”
“What the deuce for?” inquired the other, suspiciously.
“Suppose I win,” replied Halibut, with suspicious glibness, “and was so upset that I had one of my bilious attacks come on, where should I be? Why, I might have to break off in the middle and go home. A fellow can’t propose when everything in the room is going round and round.”
“I don’t think you ought to contemplate marriage, Halibut,” remarked the Major, very seriously and gently.