I wasn't at all sure that I was glad to see him, just then.

Telling dad face to face was a lot different from telling him by telegraph.

I swallowed.
"Dad, let me introduce you to Miss--Mrs.Beryl King--that is, Carleton; my _wife_." I got that last word out plain enough, at any rate.
Dad stared.

For once I had rather floored him.

But he's a thoroughbred, all right; you can't feaze him for longer than ten seconds, and then only in extreme cases.