"Yes, Father. You know you said every week-end until the wedding."
"Of course, my little pet, of course. I only wish he could give us more time; but after all, he'll want the holiday more, later on. How long are you hoping to be away?"
"He thinks he can spare a month quite well."
"That's excellent. It'll be a wonderful time for you both, my dear child."
"Lily, Lily!" Kenneth burst into the room. "There's another enormous parcel for you just come—it says Glass. Come and see what it is."
"A telegram for you, miss."
"Nicholas can't get away on Saturday, Father. He isn't coming."
"Dear me, how very disappointing. My poor, dear child!"
"He'll come next week-end, for certain."
Lily was actually experiencing an unacknowledged relief at the thought that the claims upon her time necessitated by the presence of Nicholas were at least postponed.