"Of course, but—"
"There are no 'buts.' You're coming home with me."
"Home!"
"To meet my people again. They're just back from Switzerland. It isn't your home—yet."
This decided her. She told him, first enjoining him to silence. To her relief, also to her surprise, he took it very calmly. His face went a shade whiter beneath his sun-tanned skin; he stood a trifle more erect than before; and that was all.
"I congratulate you," he said. "But I congratulate him a jolly sight more. Who is he?"
Mavis hesitated.
"You can tell me. It won't go any further."
"Charlie Perigal."
"Charlie Perigal?" he asked in some surprise.