"You!" They glared at him in horror.
"Yes; I wasn't going to have things look funny—I hate explanations. The Jonases thought there was something queer the other night, when you both bungled the explanation of the rheumatism, spite all my coaching."
"But where did you find him?" said the mother excitedly.
"At Clacton-on-Sea."
Salvina bit her lip.
"I sent in my card,—'Laurence Beryl, of Granders Brothers.' When he saw me, I thought he would have had a fit. I told him if he didn't come up to the wedding and play heavy father, I'd summons him—"
"Summons him!" echoed Mrs. Brill.
"For stealing my old arm-chair. I remembered—ha! ha! ha!—it was I that had bought the easy-chair for myself, when we lived in Spitalfields and had only wooden chairs."
"So he did send that easy-chair!" said Salvina.
"Yes; that was rather clever of him. And don't you think it's clever of me to save appearances?"