"Impossible, Mother! In the first place, she never would consent. Really,
I cannot talk any more about it. I must go at once, or I shall be late.
Tell me you will love her for my sake, until you love her for her own."

"Tryon, you always were unreasonable. Suppose you have the cards engraved
at once, and I will telegraph our list to the engraver if you will give me
his address. If you prefer, you can get them engraved and sent out from
there. That will keep tongues still."

"All right, I'll do it. I'll have the engraver telegraph his address to
you within two hours. Have your list ready. And, Mother, don't worry.
She's all right. You couldn't have chosen better yourself. Say you will
love her, Mother dear."

"Oh, I suppose I'll try," sighed the wires disconsolately; "but I never
thought you would be married in such a way. Why, you haven't even told me
who she is."

"She's all right, Mother--good family and all. I really must hurry----"

"But what is her name, Tryon?"

"Say, Mother, I really must go. Ask Mrs. Parker Bowman what she thinks of
her. Good-by! Cheer up, it'll be all right."

"But, Tryon, her name----"

The receiver was hung up with a click, and Dunham looked at his watch
nervously. In two minutes his half-hour would be up, yet he must let Judge