"Why not?" asked Harry, seeming a trifle vexed.
"I'll tell you!" she cried. "Let's take Mina with us, Harry!"
He laughed; the Imp was the one person whose presence he was ready to endure. Indeed there would perhaps be a piquancy in that.
"All right. An elopement made respectable by Mina!" He had a touch of scorn even for mitigated respectability.
"Shall we call her and tell her now?"
"Well, are you tired of this interview?"
"I don't know whether I want it to go on, or whether I must go and tell somebody about it."
"I shouldn't hesitate," smiled Harry.
"You? No. But I—Oh, Harry dear, I want to whisper my triumph."
"But we must be calm and business-like about it now."