"Eleven o'clock!" he announced. "We must have sat over dinner a bit longer than we thought. The show's over! Does it matter?"
"Nothing in the world matters—this week!" said Marjorie, taking his arm.
CHAPTER XII
TOM BIRNIE
I
Roy was duly despatched to Scotland the following morning.
"When does your leave end?" Marjorie asked, as they waited for the crowded train to start.
"Let me see—this is Friday. I go back by the leave-train next Wednesday afternoon—"
"Then travel back here on Sunday night," said Marjorie; "unless, of course, you can persuade your father to come back with you at once."
Roy pondered.