"These ladies are
coming in to see Ranson now. They'll witness it."
Miss Cahill, from the other end of the veranda, and the visitors
entered the room together.
"Mrs. Truesdale!" cried Ranson. "You are pouring coals of fire upon
my head. And Miss Post! Indeed, this is too much honor. After the way
I threatened and tried to frighten you last night I expected you to
hang me, at least, instead of which you have, I trust, come to tea."
"Nothing of the sort," said Mrs. Bolland, sternly. "These ladies
insisted on my bringing them here to say how sorry they are that they
talked so much and got you into this trouble. Understand, Mr.
Ranson," the colonel's wife added, with dignity, "that I am not here
officially as Mrs. Bolland, but as a friend of these ladies."
"You are welcome in whatever form you take, Mrs. Bolland," cried
Ranson, "and, believe me, I am in no trouble--no trouble, I assure
you. In fact, I am quite the most contented man in the world. Mrs.
Bolland, in spite of the cloud, the temporary cloud which rests upon
my fair name, I take great pride in announcing to you that this young
lady has done me the honor to consent to become my wife.
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