"He's all right, Aunt William."
"But I thought the Greek gentleman with the unpronounceable name was madly in love with Sylvia himself? I've often talked it over with your father. He and I took opposite views."
"So he was, but he's got some one else now. It's simply got to come off. Now will you come and see us?"
"Certainly. When?"
"As soon as possible. I wish you'd come now."
"But this is my Day, Savile! How can I go out on my Day?"
"Of course you can. You'll have heaps of other days, but none like this—for Sylvia."
Aunt William hesitated, then her intense romantic curiosity got the upper hand.
"Savile, I'll come back with you now! Do you think James will listen to reason? He never agrees with me. And I don't know yet what to think myself."
"Of course he will. You're a brick, Aunt William. I'll tell you more about it in the cab. It's as right as rain for Sylvia, or you may be pretty certain I shouldn't have allowed it," said Savile.