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“Too well I know it, but a man’s own brother shouldn’t be the first to cast such things up to him. I’ll admit, since I come to think of it, that Alice has probably grown bigger. Is she any better-looking than she used to be?”

“Alice is a charming girl,” said Mrs. Grant impressively. “She is a beauty and she is also sweet and sensible, which beauties are not always. We are all very much pleased with Leo’s choice. But we have really no more time to spare just now. The wedding is at seven o’clock and it is four already.”

“Is there anybody you can send to the station for my luggage?” asked Selwyn. “Luckily I have a new suit, otherwise I shouldn’t have the face to go.”

“Well, I must be off,” said Mrs. Grant. “Father, take Selwyn away so that I shan’t be tempted to waste time talking to him.”

In the library father and son looked at each other affectionately.

“Dad, it’s a blessing to see you just the same. I’m a little dizzy with all these changes. Bertha grown up and Leo within an inch of being married! To Alice Graham at that, whom I can’t think of yet as anything else than the long-legged, black-eyed imp of mischief she was when a kiddy. To tell you the truth, Dad, I don’t feel in a mood for going to a wedding at Wish-ton-wish tonight. I’m sure you don’t either. You’ve always hated fusses. Can’t we shirk it?”

They smiled at each other with chummy remembrance of many a family festival they had “shirked” together in the old days. But Mr. Grant shook his head. “Not this time, sonny. There are some things a decent man can’t shirk and one of them is his own boy’s wedding. It’s a nuisance, but I must go through with it. You’ll understand how it is when you’re a family man yourself. By the way, why aren’t you a family man by this time? Why haven’t I been put to the bother and inconvenience of attending your wedding before now, son?”

Selwyn laughed, with a little vibrant note of bitterness in the laughter, which the father’s quick ears detected. “I’ve been too busy with law books, Dad, to find me a wife.”

Mr. Grant shook his bushy grey head. “That’s not the real reason, son. The world has a wife for every man; if he hasn’t found her by the time he’s thirty-five, there’s some real reason for it. Well, I don’t want to pry into yours, but I hope it’s a sound one and not a mean, sneaking, selfish sort of reason. Perhaps you’ll choose a Madam Selwyn some day yet. In case you should I’m going to give you a small bit of good advice. Your mother–now, she’s a splendid woman, Selwyn, a splendid woman. She can’t be matched as a housekeeper and she has improved my finances until I don’t know them when I meet them. She’s been a good wife and a good mother. If I were a young man I’d court her and marry her over again, that I would. But, son, when you pick a wife pick one with a nice little commonplace nose, not a family nose. Never marry a woman with a family nose, son.”

A woman with a family nose came into the library at this juncture and beamed maternally upon them both. “There’s a bite for you in the dining room. After you’ve eaten it you must dress. Mind you brush your hair well down, Father. The green room is ready for you, Selwyn. Tomorrow I’ll have a good talk with you, but tonight I’ll be too busy to remember you’re around. How are we all going to get over to Wish-ton-wish? Leo and Bertha are going in the pony carriage. It won’t hold a third passenger. You’ll have to squeeze in with Father and me in the buggy, Selwyn.”