love him, because he's all set to love me very
much!"
"Extraordinary!"
Mr. Brewster put the letter down.
"An Englishman!"
"I have met some very agreeable Englishmen," said Professor Binstead.
"I don't like Englishmen," growled Mr. Brewster. "Parker's an
Englishman."
"Your valet?"
"Yes. I believe he wears my shirts on the sly,'" said Mr. Brewster
broodingly, "If I catch him--! What would you do about this,
Binstead?"
"Do?" The professor considered the point judiciary. "Well, really,
Brewster, I do not see that there is anything you can do. You must
simply wait and meet the man. Perhaps he will turn out an admirable
son-in-law."
"H'm!" Mr. Brewster declined to take an optimistic view. "But an
Englishman, Binstead!" he said with pathos. "Why," he went on,
memory suddenly stirring, "there was an Englishman at this hotel only
a week or two ago who went about knocking it in a way that would
have amazed you! Said it was a rotten place! MY hotel!"
Professor Binstead clicked his tongue sympathetically. He understood
his friend's warmth.
CHAPTER III
MR. BREWSTER DELIVERS SENTENCE
At about the same moment that Professor Binstead was clicking his
tongue in Mr. Brewster's sitting-room, Archie Moffam sat
contemplating his bride in a drawing-room on the express from Miami.
He was thinking that this was too good to be true. His brain had been in
something of a whirl these last few days, but this was one thought that
never failed to emerge clearly from the welter.
Mrs. Archie Moffam, nee Lucille Brewster, was small and slender. She
had a little animated face, set in a cloud of dark hair. She was so
altogether perfect that Archie had frequently found himself compelled
to take the marriage-certificate out of his inside pocket and study it
furtively, to make himself realise that this miracle of good fortune had
actually happened to him.
"Honestly, old bean--I mean, dear old thing,--I mean, darling," said
Archie, "I can't believe it!"
"What?"
"What I mean is, I can't understand why you should have married a
blighter like me."
Lucille's eyes opened. She squeezed his hand.
"Why, you're the most wonderful thing in the world, precious!-- Surely
you know that?"
"Absolutely escaped my notice. Are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure! You wonder-child! Nobody could see you without
loving you!"
Archie heaved an ecstatic sigh. Then a thought crossed his mind. It was
a thought which frequently came to mar his bliss.
"I say, I wonder if your father will think that!"
"Of course he will!"
"We rather sprung this, as it were, on the old lad," said Archie
dubiously. "What sort of a man IS your father?"
"Father's a darling, too."
"Rummy thing he should own that hotel," said Archie. "I had a frightful
row with a blighter of a manager there just before I left for Miami.
Your father ought to sack that chap. He was a blot on the landscape!"
It had been settled by Lucille during the journey that Archie should be
broken gently to his father-in-law. That is to say, instead of bounding
blithely into Mr. Brewster's presence hand in hand, the happy pair
should separate for half an hour or so, Archie hanging around in the
offing while Lucille saw her father and told him the whole story, or
those chapters of it which she had omitted from her letter for want of
space. Then, having impressed Mr. Brewster sufficiently with his luck
in having acquired Archie for a son-in- law, she would lead him to
where his bit of good fortune awaited him.
The programme worked out admirably in its earlier stages. When the
two emerged from Mr. Brewster's room to meet Archie, Mr. Brewster's
general idea was that fortune had smiled upon him in an almost
unbelievable fashion and had presented him with a son-in-law who
combined in almost equal parts the more admirable characteristics of
Apollo, Sir Galahad, and Marcus Aurelius. True, he had gathered in the
course of the conversation that dear Archie had no occupation and no
private means; but Mr. Brewster felt that a great-souled man like
Archie didn't need them. You can't have everything, and Archie,
according to Lucille's account, was practically a hundred per cent man
in soul, looks, manners, amiability, and breeding. These are the things
that count. Mr. Brewster proceeded to the lobby in a glow of optimism
and geniality.
Consequently, when he perceived Archie, he got a bit of a shock.
"Hullo--ullo--ullo!" said Archie, advancing happily.
"Archie, darling, this is father," said Lucille.
"Good Lord!" said Archie.
There was one of those silences. Mr. Brewster looked at Archie. Archie
gazed at Mr. Brewster. Lucille, perceiving without understanding why
that the big introduction scene had stubbed its toe on some
unlooked-for obstacle, waited anxiously for enlightenment. Meanwhile,
Archie continued to inspect Mr. Brewster, and
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