"Still he's a very good little chap; but it wasn't my fault that he and I didn't change places. Mr. Luttrell wanted to speak to me about several things, besides glancing through the books; I thought we might have put it off, and I wondered how you were getting on. By the way, it struck me once or twice that your father was coming up to give me the sack; and it's just the reverse, for now I'm permanent manager."
He told her this with a natural exultation, but she did not seem impressed by it. "Do you know why he did come up?" she asked him.
"Yes; for his Easter holidays, chiefly."
"And why I would come with him?"
"No; I'm afraid we never mentioned you. I suppose you came for a holiday too?"
"Shall I tell you why I did come?"
"I wish you would."
"Well, I came to say good-by to Wallandoon," said Christina solemnly.
"You're going to be married!" exclaimed Swift, with conviction, but with perfect nonchalance.
"Not if I know it," cried Christina. "Are you?"