Biggs said boldly, "Permission to continue seeing your daughter.
And--if she'll have me--to marry her!"
Something popped, and for a minute I thought it was the Old Man's
fuses, but it was only the top of his head rising two feet.
"_What!_ I thought you understood--" Then a crafty grin touched his
lips. "Just a minute," he said cannily, "I presume that you imply by
this that if you lose, you'll never try to see Diane again?"
I wanted to shout "No!" so bad I could taste it. But I was just the
party of the third part. Biggs' reply was just the opposite.
"Yes!" he said.