Dora lingered behind the others, and Charlie with her. Directly they were alone, he asked:
“What does it all mean?”
She sat down, still panting with agitation.
“Why—why, that man we saw—the man Mr. Laing says is on his honeymoon, is—is——”
“Yes, yes?”
“Mr. Ashforth!”
“Dolly! And his wife! By Jove! It’s an exact description of Mary Travers!”
“The telegrams were to say the marriage was to be at once.”
“Yes, and—they’re married!”
“Yes!”