'Capital!' murmured Mark.
'He'll be in time for your wedding,' pursued Caffyn.
'Yes,' said Mark heavily, 'he'll be in time for that now.'
Yes, his doom was advancing upon him fast, and he must wait patiently for it to fall; he was tied down, without possibility of escape, unless he abandoned all hope of Mabel. Perhaps he might as well do that first as last.
'Well,' said Caffyn, 'what are you going to do about it?'
'Do?' echoed Mark. 'What can I do? I shall see him soon enough, I suppose.'
'That's a composed way of expecting a long-lost friend certainly,' said Caffyn, laughing.
'Can't you understand,' retorted Mark, 'that—that, situated as I am ... coming at such a time as this ... even a man's dearest friend might be—might be——'
'Rather in the way? Why, of course, I never thought of that—shows how dull I'm getting! He will be in the way—deucedly in the way, if he comes! After all, though, he may not come!'
'Let us find out,' said Mark; 'surely there's some way of finding out.'