“No. I’ll wait here.”
In the small dark porch he tried to rehearse himself. ‘Awfully sorry! Somebody had come—unexpectedly—on business!’ Yes! On what business?
“Hallo, Jack!”
A vision in the doorway—a fair head, a rosy, round, blue-eyed face above a swansdown collar.
“Look here, darling—shut the door.”
“Why? What is it? Anything up?”
“Yes; something pretty badly up. You can’t come to-night, Mabel.”
“Don’t squeeze so hard! Why not?”
“Oh! well—there—there’s a reason.”