Evarne seized both the old woman's hands in a somewhat frantic grip.
"Oh, my dear, I shall never forget what you've done for me. I'm saved. Thank God—thank God!"
"Keep quiet, duckie. It's not quite done yet. You've got to prevent 'im from tellin' the snake till after it's over."
"I know, but Heaven is on my side."
In a few moments Geoff returned with a slip of paper in his hand.
"See here, I've written down times and station, so you'll have no difficulty. We must go away for a honeymoon, mustn't we, Evarne?"
"Of course. I shouldn't feel that I'd been legally married without that," she declared promptly and gladly.
"You'll help her pack, then, and look after her generally, won't you, Mrs. Harbert? Do you know of anything she wants? If so, tell me."
"There's nothin' as I knows of as won't wait until Thursday, when yer can git it for 'er yerself," declared Philia.
"Please don't talk about me as if I wasn't present," remonstrated Evarne. "You run away now, Philia. By the way, Geoff, you must come to supper with me to-night. It will be the last real opportunity I shall have of playing genuine hostess to you. Think of that!"