"How formal, Dick!" Mrs. Keith laughed. "I imagine that my consent is very much a matter of form, but I give it with the greatest satisfaction."
Challoner put one arm round Millicent.
"My dear, I am very glad, and I think Dick has shown great wisdom. I wish you both all happiness."
Mrs. Foster and her husband offered their congratulations, and for the next hour they discussed Blake's future plans. Then they were interrupted by the entrance of a servant with a small silver tray.
"Cablegram, sir, for Mr. Blake," he said. "Hopkins was at the post-office, and they gave it to him."
Blake took the envelope and looked at Miss Challoner for permission to open it. When he had read it, he started, and gave the cablegram to Millicent.
"Oh, Dick!" she cried with sparkling eyes. "How splendid!"
Blake explained to the others.
"It's from my partner in Canada, and I'm sure you'll be interested to bear it." He read the message aloud: "'Come. Struck it. Tell Challoner.'"
He folded the paper and replaced it in its envelope. "I don't understand the last part of it," he said to Challoner. "Why does he wish you to know?"