George feared he had let slip too much. With others he would have to guard his interest closer, and he would delay the final break he had quite decided upon with Blodgett.
"Just the same," he muttered, ill at ease, preparing to leave, "I'd like Lambert's opinion."
"You don't fancy this has happened," Wandel said, "without Lambert's knowing all about it?"
George left without answering. At least he knew. It was simpler, consequently, to discipline himself. His manner disclosed nothing when he made the necessary visit to Blodgett. The round face was radiant. The narrow eyes burned with happiness.
"You're a cagy old Brummell," George said. "I've just seen it in the paper with the rest of the world. When's it coming off?"
Blodgett's content faded a trifle.
"She says not for a long time yet, but we'll see. Trust Josiah to hurry things all he can."
"Congratulations, anyway," George said. "You know you're entitled to them."
But he couldn't offer his hand. With that he had an instinct to tear the happiness from the other's face.
"You bet I am," Blodgett was roaring. "Any fool can see I'm pleased as punch."