"Then, perhaps. It depends upon Mr. Paslow."
"Vivian, you mean," said Dinah quickly.
"I have no right to call him Vivian," replied Beatrice proudly.
"Yes, you have. Vivian told me that he had asked you to be his wife, and that you had accepted."
"Dinah"--Beatrice looked directly at the girl "did he tell you where he proposed?"
"Yes; under the----"
"Hush!" Miss Hedge sank her voice to a whisper as she saw a blue-coated constable moving heavily round the garden, and gradually drawing nearer. "Not a word. Hold your tongue about that meeting."
"But why?" asked the amazed Dinah.
"I'll tell you later," said Beatrice hurriedly; "that is, when I have seen Vivian. Have you his address?"
"No. He went away, and said he would be back soon. Oh dear!" cried Dinah fretfully; "there is such a lot of mystery about Vivian, and has been for ages and ages. Sometimes he's jolly, and then he's as dismal as a sick cow. I thought it was love, for Jerry often is the same--silly boy. But I don't believe it is love," concluded Dinah decidedly. "Vivian has something on his mind."