"Splendid! That is good of you."
"Not at all. I'm very glad to be able to help Miss Hersey. Besides, I wouldn't for worlds spoil the practical joke you've played on De Freyne." He laughed. "It's one of the best things I ever heard of."
"And you won't let on to Lexie?"
"Not a word. It shall be our secret."
"I knew I could count on you," said Maggy confidently.
Chalfont looked at his watch. It was ten now, and the bank would be open, so he went to the telephone and gave the necessary instructions.
"Where have you been all this while?" Maggy asked him when he came back to his seat. "I wondered whether you would take my advice and plump for some wild place."
"As it happens it's just as well I didn't. You wouldn't be pouring out coffee for me if I had gone to the Rockies or Central Africa," he smiled. "I went for a commonplace cruise to Madeira and back instead."
"I'm glad you didn't, now.... Do you feel better—about things?"
He knew she was thinking of Mrs. Lambert, and liked her all the better for her indefiniteness. It showed delicacy.