"Happened? Nothing particular. What could have happened?"
"I have been tormenting myself. Of course I know why Dymchurch has come, and so do you. I can't go away in a horrible uncertainty. If I do, I shall betray myself when I come to luncheon, so I give you warning."
"What do you mean!" exclaimed the girl, with an air of dignity surprised.
"Tell me the truth. Has Dymchurch spoken?"
"Many times," answered May; smiling with excessive ingenuousness. "He is not very talkative, but he doesn't keep absolute silence—I hear that you have been to see Mrs. Gallantry."
"What do I care about Mrs. Gallantry! I've seen no end of people, but all the time I was thinking of you. Yesterday morning, I all but wrote to you."
"What about?"
"All sorts of things. Of course I should have disguised my handwriting in the address."
May avoided his look, and shaped her lips to severity. "If you had done such a thing—I should have been greatly displeased. I'm very glad you didn't so far forget yourself."
"So am I, now. Won't you tell me if anything has happened. Won't you put my mind at ease?"