"N-no," stammered Sir Caryll, a trifle stunned by the sudden shock of a boomerang idea. "N-no—I—er—I—"
"But you will to-morrow," she declared, nodding at him. "You will to-morrow. I'll go first and you'll follow."
"Oh, if you mean that—"
"I never give up," she asserted. "I never will—"
"Does it look hopeless?" he broke in, laughing.
"I will tell you that to-morrow."
"When to-morrow?"
"We'll get off an hour before luncheon. I'll be down here waiting for you at a quarter to twelve precisely."
"You'll find me waiting," said Carleigh, smiling.