"All right," said Harry with a nod, "we won't. Don't tell Daphne, or she'll be out at 3.15 to the tick, to take a snapshot of the dawn."
"A snapshot of the dawn! Wouldn't that be sacrilege?"
"Young girls are always inclined to that. They're so prosaic," said Harry, getting up. "I must go and see what Van is doing."
He walked away with his usual quick, supple step and casual bearing. They watched his slim figure as he went. Then Romer followed him, slowly.
Vaughan turned to Valentia and said: "I shouldn't if I were you."
"Wouldn't what?"
"Why, meet Harry at half-past three to-morrow morning in the rose garden."
"Good gracious! I never thought of doing such a thing. Besides, it was your idea.... As a matter of fact, I really assure you it wouldn't be here. It would be in the orchard if anywhere. There is the loveliest cherry-tree there, with a seat all round it."
"How jolly! I'd like to see it. Will you give me the key?"
"Who told you it was kept locked?"