" Is it true ?"
" Is what true ?"
" Is it true? " Peter was extremely solemn.
" Say, me bucko," said Coleman suddenly, " if
you've. come up here to twist the beard of the patriarch,
don't you think you are running a chance? "
"All right. I'll be good," said Peter, and he sat on
the bed. " But-is it true?
" Is what true? "
" What the whole hotel is saying."
] "I haven't heard the hotel making any remarks
lately. Been talking to the other buildings, I sup-
pose."
"Well, I want to tell you that everybody knows
that you and Marjory have done gone and got
yourselves engaged," said Peter bluntly.
"And well? " asked Coleman imperturbably.
" Oh, nothing," replied Peter, waving his hand.
" Only-I thought it might interest you."
Coleman was silent for some time. He fingered his
papers. At last he burst out joyously. "And so
they know it already, do they? Well-damn them-
let them know it. But you didn't tell them yourself ? "
" I ! " quoth Peter wrathfully. " No! The minister told us."
Then Coleman was again silent for a time and Peter
Tounley sat on the. bed reflectively looking at the
ceiling. " Funny thing, Marjory 'way over here in
Greece, and then you happening over here the way
you did."
" It isn't funny at all."
" Why isn't it ? "
" Because," said Coleman impressively,, " that is
why I came to Greece. It was all planned. See?"
"Whirroo," exclaimed Peter. "This here is
magic.
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