"I don't care anything about the old letter, sweetheart," I declared, "now that I have found you."
And then we laughed and cried and were very happy. It seems that Miss Dangerfield gave the diary to the steward, who must have sent it to my rooms, for I have no recollection of missing it at any time.
We talked of many, many things as we sat there within the shadows of the old castle.
"Oh, Jack!" she suddenly exclaimed, "we must secure an invitation for you to the wedding."
"Ours, dearest?" I innocently asked. "Do I need an invitation?"
"You are so stupid I'm afraid you will—if it ever takes place," she added, looking down. "Be good, Jack, and don't tease me. I meant to Lord Marwick's wedding."
"Lord Marwick? Who is Lord Marwick?"
"Lord Wallace Marwick, of Perth!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight at being the custodian of some great secret.
"My knowledge of the peerage is so slight, dearest, that I confess I have never heard of, much less met, Lord Wallace Marwick of Perth," I declared, smiling in sympathy with her enthusiasm.
"Oh, yes you have! You know him very well!"