"One of the servants? Well, what matters—to-morrow I shall tell Mrs. Greatorex all about it."
"I wasn't thinking of the servants; I was thinking—I suppose it was foolish—but—I almost felt that Dr. Darkham was there!"
"Nonsense, darling! Though, certainly"—with sudden wrath— "it would be like the skulking scoundrel to be eavesdropping." He spoke loudly—angrily. If Darkham was there he could hear.
"Still," said Agatha nervously, "go now. Do go. I am sure I oughtn't to have let you come here at all this evening. If Aunt Hilda hears of it, she—-"
"Your Aunt Hilda will hear more than that to-morrow."
"Oh, Jack, must you tell her?"
"My dearest heart! Why not? You know that—-"
"Yes, yes, I know. But we are going to the Poynters's to-morrow, Jack, and we might have a happy day there, if—- Don't tell her until after that."
"It shall be as you wish, of course. But, Agatha, is it wise? However—well, then, the day after to-morrow I shall speak to her. Now are you satisfied, you lovely tyrant?"
They laughed.