“What is it?” he said.
“Mr Revitts will be off duty that day, sir; and he would be so disappointed if I were not at home. He has been so very kind to me.”
Mr Hallett looked amused.
“Do you mind, sir?” I said.
“No, Grace. You are quite right,” he quietly said. “Always be faithful to your friends. You shall come next Sunday instead,” he added, as we turned into a beautiful little glade that looked bright and golden with the setting sun. “Never throw a trusted friend over for the sake of one you believe to be—”
He stopped short, for we had come suddenly upon two ladies, one of whom was Miss Carr.