was to deny your marriage to the lady.  His business, in the interests of his niece, was to assert your marriage to the lady.  To the unutterable disgust of the two women, we joined issue, in the most friendly manner, on the spot.  ’Charmed to have the pleasure of meeting you, Captain Newenden.’—­’Delighted to have the honor of making your acquaintance, Sir Patrick.’—­’I think we can settle this in two minutes?’—­’My own idea perfectly expressed.’—­’State your position, Captain.’—­’With the greatest pleasure.  Here is my niece, Mrs. Glenarm, engaged to marry Mr. Geoffrey Delamayn.  All very well, but there happens to be an obstacle—­in the shape of a lady.  Do I put it plainly?’—­’You put it admirably, Captain; but for the loss to the British navy, you ought to have been a lawyer.  Pray, go on.’—­’You are too good, Sir Patrick.  I resume.  Mr. Delamayn asserts that this person in the back-ground has no claim on him, and backs his assertion by declaring that she is married already to Mr. Arnold Brinkworth.  Lady Lundie and my niece assure me, on evidence which satisfies them, that the assertion is true.  The evidence does not satisfy me. ’I hope, Sir Patrick, I don’t strike you as being an excessively obstinate man?’—­’My dear Sir, you impress me with the highest opinion of your capacity for sifting human testimony!  May I ask, next, what course you mean to take?’—­’The very thing I was going to mention, Sir Patrick!  This is my course.  I refuse to sanction my niece’s engagement to Mr. Delamayn, until Mr. Delamayn has actually proved his statement by appeal to witnesses of the lady’s marriage.  He refers me to two witnesses; but declines acting at once in the matter for himself, on the ground that he is in training for a foot-race.  I admit that that is an obstacle, and consent to arrange for bringing the two witnesses to London myself.  By this post I have written to my lawyers in Perth to look the witnesses up; to offer them the necessary terms (at Mr. Delamayn’s expense) for the use of their time; and to produce them by the end of the week.  The footrace is on Thursday next.  Mr. Delamayn will be able to attend after that, and establish his own assertion by his own witnesses.  What do you say, Sir Patrick, to Saturday next (with Lady Lundie’s permission) in this room?’—­There is the substance of the captain’s statement.  He is as old as I am and is dressed to look like thirty; but a very pleasant fellow for all that.  I struck my sister-in-law dumb by accepting the proposal without a moment’s hesitation.  Mrs. Glenarm and Lady Lundie looked at each other in mute amazement.  Here was a difference about which two women would have mortally quarreled; and here were two men settling it in the friendliest possible manner.  I wish you had seen Lady Lundie’s face, when I declared myself deeply indebted to Captain Newenden for rendering any prolonged interview with her ladyship quite unnecessary.  ‘Thanks to the captain,’ I said to her, in the most cordial