"I came back
for it; and just as I was going out it seems to me I saw you two
at a table near the door."
He thought it best to allow their "matrimonial objects" to believe
he had not seen them before.
"Yes, yes, we were there," answered K. D. B. tactfully. "We dine
there almost every Monday night."
Blix guessed that K. D. B. would prefer to have the real facts of
the situation ignored, and determined she should have the chance
to change the conversation if she wished.
"What a delicious supper one has there!" she said.
"Can't say I like Mexican cooking myself," answered K. D. B.,
forgetting that they dined there every Monday night. "Plain
United States is good enough for me."
Suddenly Captain Jack turned abruptly to Condy, exclaiming: "Oh,
you was the chap that called the picture of that schooner a
barkentine."
"Yes; WASN'T that a barkentine?" he answered innocently.
"Barkentine your EYE!" spluttered the Captain. "Why, that was a
schooner as plain as a pie plate."
But ten minutes later the ordeal was over, and Blix and Condy,
once more breathing easily, were on their walk again. The Captain
and K. D. B. had even accompanied them to the gate of the station,
and had strenuously urged them to "come in and see them again the
next time they were out that way."
"Married!" murmured Condy, putting both hands to his head. "We've
done it, we've done it now."
"Well, what of it?" declared Blix, a little defiantly.
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