"Not at all. You're judging us by the standard of your other engaged couple to-night."
"Did Mr Neeld know anything about your coming?" Mina demanded, with a sudden recollection.
"Nothing at all. Did he say anything to you?" For a moment the glass of old brown halted on its way to his lips, and he glanced at Mina sharply.
"No. But when I asked him if he had seen you he looked—well, just rather funny."
The old brown resumed its progress. Harry was content.
"There's no better meal than fresh sandwiches and old brown," he observed. "You'll come with us, won't you, and keep Cecily company at the little house till we fix it up?"
Mina looked from one to the other in new amazement, with all her old excited pleasure in the Tristram ways. They did a thing—and they did not spoil it by explanations.
"And Mr Gainsborough?" she asked.
"We're going to leave a note for father," smiled Cecily.
"You're always doing that," objected Mina.