"No. I don't mean to insinuate anything."
"Then tell me in plain English what you do mean."
"I can't, Percival. I have vague suspicions, that is all."
"It was a love-match," said Percival, after a moment's pause. "They ought to be happy together."
Rupert was silent a moment; then he said, in a low voice—
"I doubt whether it was a love-match exactly."
"What in Heaven or earth do you mean?" said Percival, staring. "What else could it be?"
But before Vivian could make any response, young Fane entered the room with the air of one who has had good news.
"Mr. Colquhoun asks me to tell you that he has just had a letter from Mr. Brian Luttrell, sir. He is to meet Mr. and Mrs. Luttrell at the station at nine o'clock, but their arrival is not to be made generally known. Only hearing that you were here, he thought it better to let you know."
"They could not have got Angela's letter," said Rupert. "I wonder why they are coming. It is very opportune."