Don't imagine I'm not appreciating the self-sacrifice." Grant looked sheepish.

But he felt that his shame was unwarranted, that he really deserved Craig's tactless praise.

So he observed virtuously: "That's where we men are beyond the women.

Now, if it were one woman fixing up another, the chances are a thousand to one she'd play the cat, and get clothes and give suggestions that'd mean ruin." It may not speak well for Arkwright's capacity for emotion, but it certainly speaks well for his amiability and philanthropy that doing these things for Craig had so far enlisted him that he was almost as anxious as the fluttered and flustered bridegroom himself for the success of the adventure.

He wished he could go along, in disguise, as a sort of valet and prime minister--to be ever near Josh to coach and advise and guide him.