“‘Sh! Go ahead, Doctor Short.”
Doctor Short read the service, and between the three of them they induced Jarvis to make the proper responses. He seemed utterly unaware of what was going on about him, and at the end of a brief service, when Bambi’s hand was taken from his arm, he sat down to work at once. Bambi led the other two men from the room.
“He acted as if he were drunk, or drugged, but he isn’t. He’s just full of an idea,” she smilingly explained.
“Have you known this young man long?” Doctor Short asked the Professor.
“Have we, my dear?”
“We have known him fifteen years,” she answered.
“Well, of course that makes a difference,” murmured the reverend gentleman. “I wish you every happiness, Mrs. Jocelyn,” he added, and took his departure.
“How soon can you get him out of my study?” asked the Professor, looking at his watch. “I have only one hour left before lunch.”
“Felicitate me, Professor, felicitate me on my marriage.”
“I hope you will be happy, my dear, but I doubt
