I, too, am going to be married."
The car swerved suddenly as if a tremor had passed through the hands on
the wheel.
"I am engaged to your niece, Mr. Galbraith."
"To my--my niece!" repeated the great man blankly. "I don't think I
quite--"
"To Delight Hathaway."
Bob saw a dull brick-red flush color the neck of the capitalist and
steal up into his face. For a moment he seemed at a loss for words.
Then presently, as if he had succeeded in readjusting his ideas, he
ejaculated:
"My word, Bob! Well, you young people have mixed yourselves up nicely!
However, if you all are happy, that is the main thing; you are the ones
to be suited. We shall still have you in the family, anyway." He
laughed. "And about the property," he went on thoughtfully,--"this
simplifies matters greatly, for it won't make much difference now which
of you has it--you or the girl."
But Bob stopped him with a quick protest.
"I don't want Delight to know Madam Lee's money has previously been
willed to me," he said. "If she suspected that, she would never take
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