“Good Lord!” said Jimmie, helplessly.
“We can't marry just yet,” said Tony, “but I hope you will give your consent.”
Jimmie looked from one to the other.
“Why did n't you let me know of this state of things before?”
“I have n't done anything underhand. I thought you guessed,” said Tony.
“And you, Aline?”
She stole a shy glance at him.
“I was n't quite sure of it until just now,” she replied. And then she blushed furiously and ran to Jimmie's arms. “Oh, Jimmie dear, don't be cross!”
“Cross, my child?” he said.
The world of tender reproach in his tone touched her. The ready tears started.