ter's brother. In that case Walter's name would be also Markyn. Was the middle part of that name Wendell?
The first man said something now which Peewee could not hear.
The other answered: "Good heavens, Jeffrey! You don't suppose I risked my home for her?"
Again the first man said something inaudible.
"No, years ago. Before I married Marion. After they'd taken Marion abroad to marry her to someone over there."
Peewee stiffened. Marion? That was Mrs. Walter Wendell Markyn, the pretty lady who had just gone upstairs. This man was Walter Wendell Markyn, then.
"No, I'm not trying to excuse myself. If I were, I'd blame it on that damned old family enmity which, when Marion and I engaged ourselves to marry, made both families refuse to recognize our engagement."
What was an enmity? Peewee asked himself. Why did people use words one couldn't understand.
