"It's Dr. Mayo," she said, looking at Mr. Weston.
"Dr. Mayo!" he exclaimed, "coming here?"
"Yes, for your wedding! He plays to-morrow morning. It's only fitting."
Frank Weston's eyes beamed.
"You are a magician!" he said, "he wouldn't do it for royalty!" and he hurried out to greet his friend.
"Oh, I wish I could hear all they hear in music," sighed Toney.
"Your ears are sharp enough, anyhow, Toney," said Sir Evas. "By the way, what's the matter with you this evening? You are pale—most unusual!"
"Nothing—but a bit anxious about this wedding. There's many a slip, isn't there, uncle?"
"Humph, you've got the man and the woman; not much chance of slipping. You're going too fast, Toney, that's what it is."
Toney laughed.