You'll find the right girl and--zip! Everything will be rosy, old boy!" He smiled wryly.

"I've lost the right girl, Anne." "Nonsense!" exclaimed Mrs.Tresslyn sharply.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked into his.

"You ought to get down on your knees and thank God that you are not married to that--" "Wait a second, mother," he broke in.

"I'm afraid I shall have to ask you to let her alone, now that you're rid of her, just as I'm expected to let old Tempy slide by without noticing him." "Nonsense," again said Mrs.Tresslyn, but this time with less confidence in her voice.