"I thought so," said Jack grimly.
He jumped out and rang the bell. When the door was opened by a maid there was no need for him to make any inquiry. Through an open archway he could see into the living-room of the house. Bobo and Miriam were standing hand in hand before the parson with his book. Even as Jack looked, he finished pronouncing the benediction, and the couple turned around. Miriam had evidently left her woeful headgear in the car outside. She was wearing the dashing green hat again.
Jack, forgetting for the moment that he was disguised, stepped into the room. Bobo did not know him, but Miriam did. Her face lighted up with a wicked triumph.
"What a pity you were late!" she said with mocking sweetness, "I would so much have liked you to be present!"
"What—who—who's this?" stammered Bobo.
"This is Jack. All dressed up! Don't you recognize his beautiful eyes?"
Bobo saw that it was Jack, turned pale, and looked furtively about him for a way out, in case things went suddenly against him.
"Be the first to congratulate me," said Miriam to Jack. "Most of all I want to hear it from you."
Poor Bobo in his skin-tight uniform was an absurd figure of a bridegroom. With humble eyes, he was mutely imploring Jack not to give him away.
Jack had no intention of doing so. Knowing himself to be the real master of the situation, he could well afford to put up with the girl's outrageous triumphant air.