I could tell you of two marriages and no less than five divorces which----" Devar was a polite young man, but he thought the situation called for firmness.
"To the best of my belief, your nephew never so much as spoke to any lady on the ship," he vowed.

"He read a good deal, and played cards occasionally, and walked the decks with me when the weather permitted, but he did not even mention a woman's name except your own, madam." "The marvel is that he mentioned us at all," said Horace.
Devar thought in his own mind, that the elder Curtis might be ponderous in body and speech but he certainly revealed horse sense when he opened his mouth.
"And whose fault was that, I should like to know ?" cried Mrs.Curtis.
"Didn't your own brother quarrel with you because you said he ought to have married a woman of some stability of character, and not a pretty, feather-headed girl who spent her days reading poetry and her nights in attending lectures, and who didn't begin to understand the A.B.C.of a wife's domestic duties ?" "Maybe I was wrong and he was right," said her husband.
"Horace!" Mrs.Curtis was marshaling her forces for a mighty effort when the door opened, and Steingall entered, accompanied by a tall, well set-up man in evening dress, and wearing an open overcoat and green Homburg hat.
"Well," cried Devar, springing forward with outstretched hand, "I'm mighty glad to see you, John D.!" The newcomer's face lit with pleasure, but before he could utter a responsive word Mrs.Curtis gurgled: "John D.!.

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Are you John Delancy Curtis?
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