"I think so. Miss Marchrose could quite well take on for a day or two. She's won golden opinions from Fuller."
"H'm. The misogynist," said Sir Julian reflectively.
Interruption came only too soon.
Sir Julian heartily wished that he had taken the more drastic measure of returning outright to Culmhayes when the garden was invaded not only by the lovers themselves, Edna walking slightly behind them with a rather consciously unconscious expression, but also by a triumphantly whooping Ambrose, glorying in his restored ability to render the day hideous with sound.
Ruthie was for the moment, unwontedly enough, both invisible and inaudible.
Iris instantly attached herself to Sir Julian. He had been regretfully compelled to realise that ever since the day, regarded by him with horror, of their conversation in his study, Miss Easter had assumed the existence of some intimate understanding between them, such as caused her to make him the recipient of many small personal confidences that filled him with embarrassment.
"You know I wanted Douglas to be married in a kilt?"
"Did you?"
"But he's so ridiculously shy. And what's that other thing they wear?"
Sir Julian looked unintelligent and Mr. Garrett's deep voice behind him made suggestion.