"Then I daresay we can fix matters up. Shake hands, Harry."
Vivien kissed his forehead; the two men shook hands.
"I daresay you're not exactly taken by surprise," said Harry, laughing. "I've been calling rather often!"
"It had struck me that something was up."
Wellgood was almost genial; he was really highly pleased. The match was an excellent one for his daughter; he liked Harry, despite a lurking suspicion that he was "soft;" and the way now lay open for his own plan.
"You haven't asked me for my congratulations, Vivien," said Isobel.
Vivien went over to her and kissed her, then sat down by the table, her eyes fixed on Harry. She was very quiet in her happiness; she felt so peaceful, so secure. Such was the efficacy of those wonderful words!
"And I wish you all happiness too, Mr. Harry," Isobel went on with a smile. "Perhaps you'll forgive me if I say that I'm not altogether taken by surprise either?"
Harry did not quite like her smile; there seemed to be a touch of ridicule about it. It covertly reminded him of their talk before tea, before he went to the west wood.
"I never had much hope of blinding your eyes, so I didn't even try, Miss Vintry."