"They are coming," she said, arising at once.
"Can't you tell me more about the wedding?" he asked, standing beside her.
"Not now. Later on, perhaps. You do know her well enough to wish her happiness, don't you?" She added the last imploringly.
"That's what I came here for—to insure her happiness," he said, smiling to himself.
"You knew then?" she whispered in wonder.
"I can't say that I knew that she was going to be married so soon," he replied evasively. "As a matter of fact, I didn't have De Foe in mind at all."
Men and women, laughing, were approaching through the next room.
"Do I know them?" he asked, nervously adjusting his monocle.
She named a dozen people quickly. He nodded his head after each name. They were old friends, all of them.
"And Mr. Rexford," she concluded.