"Cecily, it's not all a joke?"
"Yes!" cried Cecily. "All a delicious delicious joke! But we're going to be married."
After a moment's hesitation Mina came across to Harry, holding out her hands. "I'm glad, I'm so glad," she murmured, with a little catch in her voice.
He took her hands and pressed them; he looked at her very kindly, though he smiled still.
"Yes, it undoes all the mistakes, doesn't it?" he said. "At least I hope it will," he added the next moment with a laugh.
"It's really the only way to be married," declared Cecily.
"Well, for you people—for you extraordinary Tristrams—I dare say it is," said Mina.
"You'll come?" Cecily implored.
"She couldn't keep away," mocked Harry. "She's got to see the end of us."
"Yes, and our new beginning. Oh, what Blent's going to be, Mina! If you don't come with us now, we won't let you stay at Merrion."