"I wonder what he'd think if he'd been hidden away here all the time," said George, audaciously.
Miss Perkins turned pale, and looked round the room.
"It's all right," said George; "it's only my fun."
The little milliner tossed her head. "I shouldn't care," she said defiantly.
"I don't believe you would," said George, with admiring eyes. "But I know what you would say. You'd just say this."
He leaned forward, and whispered.
Miss Perkins shrieked with laughter, and George's loud guffaw shook the ornaments. It was as much as Parrott could do to keep his feelings under control. Even now he had notions of dashing from his hiding-place. Early would go too far one of these times; he was doing this purposely.
"I say," said George, suddenly, "when is the wedding coming off? I suppose you've got the house all ready."
"Not quite," said Miss Perkins, with some reticence.
"Oh," said George, "I thought it would be all right, seeing that his luck at the office had changed."