He came back from his walk another man, color in his cheek and fire in his eye.
He walked into the drawing-room, and found Mr. Raby, with his hat on, just leaving Grace, whose eyes showed signs of weeping.
“I wish you joy, sir,” said Raby. “I am to have the honor of being at your wedding.”
“It will add to my happiness, if possible,” said Coventry.
To be as polite in deed as in word, he saw Mr. Raby into the fly.
“Curious creatures, these girls,” said Raby, shrugging his shoulders.
“She was engaged to me long ago,” said Coventry, parrying the blow.
“Ah! I forgot that. Still—well, well; I wish you joy.”
He went off, and Coventry returned to Grace. She was seated by the window looking at the sea.
“What did godpapa say to you?”