The gardener took off his hat, but Pauline looked at him with such piercing scrutiny that he hurried to resume his work. Harry, after a brief affectionate greeting, turned to give some last instructions, and, behind his back, Pauline stole another look at the magazine.
"It is; I am sure it is," she said half aloud.
Harry turned quickly. "What is, dear goddess of the garden?" he asked cheerily.
Pauline closed the magazine abruptly.
"Oh! I—I was dreaming," she answered, with a little nervous laugh.
"You can't have a dream when you are one," he said, putting his arm about her waist as they moved back towards the house.
"I have news," she exclaimed, remembering the wedding invitation. "Sophie McCallan is to be married tonight—just like that—without telling till the last minute."
"I read the letter in the library."
"Did you tell Farrell to have the car ready?"
"I will, dearest. But I am not sure that I can go."