"Isabel and I have fixed it up.

Yes; we were spliced before we left South America.
It's all right, old boy! Congratulate me!" Derrick shook his hand until Sidcup winced, and they both laughed like a couple of boys.
"Congratulate you! I should think I do!" said Derrick.

"I wish you could have heard my wife just now, expressing her admiration for yours.

She is more beautiful than ever." "Oh, well," said Sidcup, with a modest pride; "come to that, you've got a beauty too.

Tell you what, Green, we're both of us deuced lucky men." "You never spoke a truer word in your life," said Derrick; "and you, at any rate, deserve your luck." They returned to the tent, talking as they went; and there, lo and behold! they found the future Marchioness of Sutcombe the centre of a laughing and talking group, the hearts of all of which she had conquered at first sight.