"It seems rather an early train for Mr Gainsborough," Harry suggested, laying down his napkin.
"Oh, why don't you tell me something about it?" cried Mina despairingly. "But it's true? The great thing's true anyhow, isn't it?"
"Well, what do you think I came down from town for?" inquired Harry.
"And why have we been so long in the Gallery, Mina?"
"You've given in then?" exclaimed the Imp, pointing a finger in triumph at Harry.
"Mina, how can you say a thing like that?"
"It looks as if it were true enough," admitted Harry. "Really I must go," he added. "I can't keep that fly all night. I shall see you in the morning, Madame Zabriska. Eight o'clock at Fillingford!"
"I'm really to go with you?" she gasped.
"Yes, yes, I thought all that was settled," said he, rather impatiently. "Bring a pretty frock. I want my wedding to be done handsomely—in a style that suits the wedding of——" He looked at Cecily—"of Lady Tristram of Blent."