CHAPTER XXIV.
Major Kent and Meldon dined at Ballymoy House, and spent a very pleasant evening. At eleven o'clock they started on their drive home.
"I'm sorry—" said the Major, and then paused.
"I hope not," said Meldon. "You ought not to be."
"I'm not," said the Major. "I merely meant that I'm afraid this rather unexpected—"
"Go on," said Meldon. "I'd like to get at your exact feelings if I can."
"Isn't this rather—rather an upset for you, J.J.?"
"For me?"
"Yes. On account of that plan of yours—Simpkins, you know. I was afraid all the time you would feel disappointed."
"My plan," said Meldon, "is perfectly sound, and is working out admirably."