"The best of luck to you, Burnarde! in all things!" he smiled. "If Fate had ordained you to marry my little girl, you certainly would have made a fine Friend-in-Law for me as well as an honorable lord and master for Daphne! . . . And after the first haste of the honeymoon was over what good times we would have had together--you and I! Winter nights and an open fire!--our books--our pipes--a plate of apples--a jug of cider--and the Classics! With Daphne sitting low--somewhere on a little stool--just a little bit off, somehow, on the edge of it all? Very [195] beautiful? Very miraculous? Very soul-satisfying to the eye--service of your senses? Darning your stockings, perhaps? Or freshening up your second-best dress suit? With her little bright head cocked ever so slightly to one side, listening, yearning, starving for the 'Pipe of Pan' which neither you nor I, Burnarde, will ever hear again nor recognize, probably, if we did. . . . You chaps, Burnarde, whose hearts grow in the shape of Books--you chaps who mix the best ink-knowledge of the world with your own good blood--you love very purely, very ideally. No man could fail to trust you. But, Youth, Burnarde, brooks no rivals, either of work or play. And in the decision between two women--which more men have to make than any woman, thank God, ever guesses--you have chosen, I think--very wisely!" Crackling with starch Miss Merriwayne swung sharply around. "I consider it exceedingly impertinent," she affirmed, "for you to link my name with Doctor Burnarde's in any way at just this time! There is not the slightest excuse for it, not the slightest justification." [196] "It was Doctor Burnarde's--mother that I referred to," smiled Bretton, and bowed both the Dean and the President from the room. If the little gasp that slipped from his lips expressed relaxation as did Daphne's sharp sigh, or Kaire's somewhat breathy grin, such relaxation was at least quite mutually curtailed. Without any hesitancy whatsoever the cabin door closed very definitely behind Miss Merriwayne, and from the clicking lock Jaffrey Bretton extracted the key and threw it down on the mahogany table. "Now for--_you_, Sheridan Kaire!" he said. "I am all here," grinned Kaire. "Also--incidentally, there are other keys to the cabin door."