"Well-what?." said Coleman, bristling a trifle.
" Is it true ?"
" Is what true ?"
" Is it true? " Peter was extremely solemn.
" Say, me bucko," said Coleman suddenly, " if you"ve. come up here to twist the beard of the patriarch, don"t you think you are running a chance? "
"All right. I"ll be good," said Peter, and he sat on the bed. " But-is it true?
" Is what true? "
" What the whole hotel is saying."
] "I haven"t heard the hotel making any remarks lately. Been talking to the other buildings, I sup- pose."
"Well, I want to tell you that everybody knows that you and Marjory have done gone and got yourselves engaged," said Peter bluntly.
"And well? " asked Coleman imperturbably.
" Oh, nothing," replied Peter, waving his hand.
" Only-I thought it might interest you."
Coleman was silent for some time. He fingered his papers. At last he burst out joyously. "And so they know it already, do they? Well-d.a.m.n them- let them know it. But you didn"t tell them yourself ? "
" I ! " quoth Peter wrathfully. " No! The minister told us."
Then Coleman was again silent for a time and Peter Tounley sat on the. bed reflectively looking at the ceiling. " Funny thing, Marjory "way over here in Greece, and then you happening over here the way you did."
" It isn"t funny at all."
" Why isn"t it ? "
" Because," said Coleman impressively,, " that is why I came to Greece. It was all planned. See?"
"Whirroo," exclaimed Peter. "This here is magic."
" No magic at all." Coleman displayed some complacence.
" No magic at all. just pure, plain-- whatever you choose to call it."
" Holy smoke," said Peter, admiring the situation.
"Why, this is plum romance, Coleman. I"m blowed if it isn"t."
Coleman was grinning with delight. He took a fresh cigar and his bright eyes looked at Peter through the smoke., "Seems like it, don"t it? Yes. Regular romance. Have a drink, my boy, just to celebrate my good luck. And be patient if I talk a great deal of my-my-future. My head spins with it." He arose to pace the room flinging out bis arms in a great gesture. " G.o.d! When I think yesterday was not like to-day I wonder how I stood it." There was a knock at the door and a waiter left a note in Coleman"s hand
"Dear Ruf us:-We are going for a drive this afternoon at three, and mother wishes you to come, if you.
care to. I too wish it, if you care to. Yours, " MARJORY."
With a radiant face, Coleman gave the note a little crackling flourish in the air. " Oh, you don"t know what life is, kid."
" S-steady the Blues," said Peter Tounley seriously.
You"ll lose your head if you don"t watch out."
" Not I" cried Coleman with irritation. " But a man must turn loose some times, mustn"t he?"
When the four, students had separated in the corri- dor, c.o.ke had posted at once to Nora Black"s sitting room. His entrance was somewhat precipitate, but he cooled down almost at once, for he reflected that he was not bearing good news. He ended by perching in awkward fashion on the brink of his chair and fumbling his hat uneasily. Nora floated to him in a cloud of a white dressing gown. She gave him a plump hand. "Well, youngman? "she said, with a glowing smile. She took a chair, and the stuff of her gown fell in curves over the arms of it.,
c.o.ke looked hot and bothered, as if he could have more than half wanted to retract his visit. " I-aw- we haven"t seen much of you lately," he began, sparing.
He had expected to tell his news at once.
No," said Nora, languidly. " I have been resting after that horrible journey-that horrible journey.
Dear, dear! Nothing,will ever induce me to leave London, New York and Paris. I am at home there.
But here I Why, it is worse than living in Brooklyn.
And that journey into the wilds! No. no; not for me! "
" I suppose we"ll all be glad to get home," said c.o.ke, aimlessly.
At the moment a waiter entered the room and began to lay the table for luncheon. He kept open the door to the corridor, and he had the luncheon at a point just outside the door. His excursions to the trays were flying ones, so that, as far as c.o.ke"s purpose was concerned, the waiter was always in the room. Moreover, c.o.ke was obliged, naturally, to depart at once. He had bungled everything.
As he arose he whispered hastily: " Does this waiter understand English ? "
"Yes," answered Nora. "Why?"
"Because I have something to tell you-important."
"What is it? " whispered Nora, eagerly.
He leaned toward her and replied: " Marjory Wainwright and Coleman are engaged."
To his unfeigned astonishment, Nora Black burst into peals of silvery laughter, " Oh, indeed? And so this is your tragic story, poor, innocent lambkin?
And what did you expect? That I would faint?" -
" I thought-I don"t know-" murmured c.o.ke in confusion.
Nora became suddenly business-like. " But how do you know? Are you sure? Who told you? Anyhow, stay to luncheon. Do-like a good boy. Oh, you must."
c.o.ke dropped again into his chair. He studied her in some wonder. " I thought you"d be surprised,"
he said, ingenuously.
" Oh, you did, did you ? Well, you see I"m not.
And now tell me all about it."
"There"s really nothing to tell but the plain fact.
Some of the boys dropped in at the minister"s rooms a little while ago, and, he told them of it.
That"s all."
Well, how did he know?