"I've put the sandwiches here, and the old brown, my Lord."
Harry alone noticed the slip in his address—and Harry took no notice of it.
"I shall be glad to meet the old brown again," he
said, smiling. Mason gave the pair a benevolent glance and withdrew to his quarters.
Mina strolled out of the library with an accidental air. Harry had sat down to his sandwiches and old brown. Cecily ran across to Mina and kissed her.
"We're going to be married!" she whispered. She had told it all in a sentence; yet she added; "Oh, I've such a heap of things to tell you, Mina!" Was not all that scene in the Long Gallery to be reproduced—doubtless only in a faint adumbration of its real glory, yet with a sense of recovering it and living it again?
"No?" cried Mina. "Oh, how splendid! Soon?"
Harry threw a quick glance at Cecily. She responded by assuming a demure calmness of demeanor.
"Not as soon as we could wish," said Harry, munching and sipping. "In fact, not before the day after to-morrow, I'm afraid, Madame Zabriska."
"The day after——?"