I think they are--very happy." Arkwright spoke with decision, though still a little diffidently.
Calderwell was silent.

He had picked up the little gilt band he had torn from his cigar and was fingering it musingly.
"Yes; I've seen them--once," he said, after a minute.

"I took dinner with them when I was on, a month ago." "I heard you did." At something in Arkwright's voice, Calderwell turned quickly.
"What do you mean?
Why do you say it like that ?" Arkwright laughed.

The constraint fled from his manner.
"Well, I may as well tell you.

You'll hear of it.