“Hush!” she whispered. “Yes. Hush! hush!”
“But—but he told me your name was Glyn?”
“Yes.”
“And he says you’re engaged to him.”
Agatha clasped her hands, and Calder’s voice broke in, between them: “Come along, Merceron, we’re waiting for you.”
“They’ve got into antiquities already,” smiled Mrs. Blunt. “You must come again, Mr. Merceron, and meet Miss Glyn. Mustn’t he, Agatha?”
Agatha threw one glance at him.
“If he will,” she said.
Charlie pulled himself together, muttered something appropriate, and shuffled out tinder his uncle’s wing. Mr. Vansittart was surprised to find him a trifle confused and awkward in society.
Outside the house, Charlie ranged up beside Calder “Wentworth, leaving Uncle Van and Sutton together.