He laughed a little sheepishly.
“I wondered if any was left. Honestly, I need money just now. My boys’ club is insolvent and the new church hall wants an organ....”
She nodded. She was still bewildered. Almost hysterical. And then came an excited Bobbie with a rush, flinging open the door.
“Diana!” he began.
Behind him stood Gordon. A somewhat severely clad Gordon, yet different. She ran to him—before she realised what happened, she had kissed him. Gordon returned the kiss without any visible effort.
“Gordon, do you know the Reverend Guiseppi Dempsi? You’ve heard me talk about Mr. Dempsi?”
Gordon stared at the priest open-mouthed.
“The Reverend Guiseppi Dempsi?” he said. “I thought—er——” He grasped the hand of the smiling clergyman. “I knew it couldn’t be that little ... how do you do?”
“Diana and I are very old acquaintances—old friends, I ought to say,” said Dempsi, beaming from one to the other. “Old lovers, I nearly said, but the love was a little one-sided.” He chuckled.
“Extraordinary!” Gordon could say no more.