“Off in a week,” said Sir Roger.
“Oh, by Jove, that’s about my mark. Going back to England?”
“Yes, I suppose—so—ultimately. We shall stay a few days in Paris en route. The Bellairs’ go with us.”
“Oh, do they?”
Sir Roger smiled gently.
“Surprised?” he asked.
Charlie ignored the question.
“And you aren’t going to hurry?” he inquired.
“Why should we?”
Charlie sat silent. It was tolerably plain that, unless the few days en route were very few indeed, John Ashforth and Mary Travers were in a fair way to be prosperously and peacefully married before Dora Bellairs set foot in England. And if he stayed with the Bellairs’, before he did, either! Charlie lit a cigarette and sat puffing and thinking.