"Of course. We must have a dress rehearsal at once, and cast you for your parts. But there's Friend Othniel—"
"Ah, yes," she said. "He's impossible."
"We must drop him somehow."
"That's easily managed," she replied. "Pay his hotel bill, and leave him a note with a nice little cheque in it to be delivered after we've gone."
"Then we must get away quickly, or he'll suspect."
"The sooner the better."
"I noticed that there was a ship sailing from Montreal for England this afternoon."
"That'll just suit our purpose," she said. "Friend Othniel told me he was going to walk up Mount Royal after lunch and wouldn't be back before six."
"And you'll really come to Blanford?" he asked, taking her hand.
"Of course," she said. "Why should you doubt it?"