"Yes, right here, as soon as Jarvis finishes this scene." "Is he going to occupy my library permanently?" wailed the Professor. "No, no. I'll fix him a place on the top floor." "He's not at all my choice," said Professor Parkhurst firmly, gazing at the unconscious Jocelyn. "You can see by the way he tosses paper about that he is neither methodical nor orderly." "Those are husband traits that I can do without, thank you." Ardelia appeared. "'Scuse me, but yo' all expectin' the preacher up here? He say Miss Bambi tol' him to cum here at eleben o'clock." "Yes, show him right in here." "Yassum." Ardelia reappeared with the Reverend Dr. Short at her heels. Bambi greeted him, and Professor Parkhurst shook hands absently. Bambi went to lean over Jarvis. He suddenly threw down his pen, stretched himself, and groaned. "Now, if I can just get the last act outlined----" "Jarvis, just a minute, please." He suddenly looked at her, and at the other two. "This is Reverend Dr. Short, Mr. Jarvis Jocelyn." "I have nothing to say to orthodoxy," Jarvis began, but Bambi interrupted him. "Doctor Short has come to marry us. Stand up here for a few moments, and then you can go on with your third act." She laid her hand on his arm, and drew him to his feet. "The shortest possible service, please, Doctor Short. Jarvis is so busy to-day." Doctor Short looked from the strange pair to Professor Parkhurst, who looked back at him. "You are sure this is all right?" he questioned. "Do tell him to be quick, Bambi. If it's about that landlady I cannot----" "'Sh! Go ahead, Doctor Short." Doctor Short read the service, and between the three of them they induced Jarvis to make the proper responses. He seemed utterly unaware of what was going on about him, and at the end of a brief service, when Bambi's hand was taken from his arm, he sat down to work at once. Bambi led the other two men from the room. "He acted as if he were drunk, or drugged, but he isn't. He's just full of an idea," she smilingly explained. "Have you known this young man long?" Doctor Short asked the Professor. "Have we, my dear?" "We have known him fifteen years," she answered. "Well, of course that makes a difference," murmured the reverend gentleman. "I wish you every happiness, Mrs. Jocelyn," he added, and took his departure. "How soon can you get him out of my study?" asked the Professor, looking at his watch. "I have only one hour left before lunch." "Felicitate me, Professor, felicitate me on my marriage." "I hope you will be happy, my dear, but I doubt it. His lack of consideration in taking my study----" Bambina looked at him, and began to laugh. Peal followed peal of laughter until tears stood in her eyes. "I'll go rescue the study, Herr Professor. Oh, this is too rich! Bernard Shaw ought to know about me," she laughed, as she tripped upstairs. So it was that Bambina acquired a husband. II