Gordon’s tall figure stood outlined for a moment in the veranda door. It was Mrs. Theddon who introduced them.
Two weather-bronzed men in khaki, fresh from the wars, looked in each other’s eyes,—level and straight. Then their hands came together.
“... and there shall be neither east nor west,
Nor pride nor pain nor birth,
When two strong men meet face to face,
Tho’ they come from the ends of the earth.”
CHAPTER XIX
VIA LOHENGRIN
I
While perhaps it may perturb strict sticklers for etiquette, nevertheless my own marital status was ignored and at Nathan’s earnest solicitation I was best man at his wedding.