Peggy looked defiant for a minute; then she gave a funny little laugh. 'All right,' said she.
They went in. The policeman yawned and resumed his stroll; the woman, after a moment's hesitation, walked slowly round the corner and down towards the Strand.
Arrived upstairs, Peggy darted at the table; a telegram lay there. She tore it open.
'They've done it!' she cried exultantly.
'What church?' asked Childwick resignedly.
'I mean they're engaged.'
'When?' inquired Tommy, who was busy with soda-water.
'6.45,' answered Peggy, consulting the stamp on the telegram.
'They might have waited till the hour struck,' remarked Childwick in a disgusted tone.
'Isn't it splendid?' insisted Peggy.