'I'm in ripping spirits to-day, Beaufort. Can't you guess why?'
'I don't believe you came here to see Peggy Ryle at all,' he broke out.
'Never mind why I came here.'
'Have you got an idea that you've done something clever?'
'Never mind. I've awfully good news, Beaufort.'
'They may be listening at the door.' His uneasiness was pitiful.
'It wouldn't matter. Everybody'll know soon,' said Connie consolingly.
'What the deuce are you talking about?' he growled.
She bent forward towards him with a striking, if rather overdone, air of joyous confusion.
'I've spoken to papa, Beaufort,' she whispered.