“To-morrow,” he whispered, stooping and kissing her fingers.
“To-morrow,” she repeated. “Thank God you came to-night!”
She was too weary, too happy to ask for explanations, and he offered none. All the time, as he crossed the Square and turned towards his house, those words rang in his ears—To-morrow!
CHAPTER XVII
LORD AND LADY BOUNTIFUL
Deyes caught a vision of blue in the window, and crossed the lawn. Lady Peggy leaned over the low sill. Between them was only a fragrant border of hyacinths.
“You know that our host and hostess have deserted us?” she asked.
He nodded.