Doctor Jack came to a dead stop. "Want a lift?" he asked.
"No, thank you," said Romeo.
"No, thank you," repeated Isabel, primly. Colonel Kent had greeted her
with the most chilling politeness, and she burned to get away.
"Say," resumed Romeo, "will you do something for me?"
"Sure," replied the Doctor, cordially. "Anything."
"Will you take a note out to my sister for me? I shan't get back for--
some time."
"You bet. Where is it?"
"I haven't written it yet. Just wait a minute."
Romeo tore a leaf from an old memorandum book which he carried, and
wrote rapidly:
"DEAR JULE:
"Isabel and I have gone away to get married. You can have half of
everything. I'll let you know where to send my clothes.
"R.C."
He was tempted to add an apology for what he had said earlier in the
day, but his newly acquired importance made him refrain from anything so
compromising.
He folded the note into a little cocked hat and addressed it. "Much
obliged," he said, laconically. "So long."
"So long," returned Doctor Jack, starting the engine.
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