“We are not amused,” she said stiffly. “And now to business. We’d better be married about the end of the month. What about the twenty-fifth?”
Virgil consulted a note-book.
“Can’t be done,” he said. “I’m playing polo. I can manage the twenty-fourth.”
“Don’t be a fool,” said his fiancée. “What about the honeymoon?”
After a lot of argument, Pardoner agreed to waive the polo, on the understanding that the wedding-trip was restricted to fourteen days.
“Well, that’s that,” said Sarah. “Now then, where shall it be? I may say that I insist upon a church.”
A church was at last selected and Pardoner promised to make the necessary arrangements.
“The next thing,” said Miss Vulliamy, “is where to go. What about Dinard?”
“As you please,” said Virgil. “I suppose that’s where Fulke’s going,” he added carelessly.
Sarah shook her sweet head.