"He's come to his senses. I was going to bring you word as soon as I thought you'd be up. He's promised to be best man, and I'm hoping to get him to play heavy father also and give the bride away."
"Capital!"
"He was very anxious last night to know what would have happened if, as he put it, he'd persisted in playing mule and kicking up his heels in church."
"We'd have tied his heels so that he couldn't kick much," said the Seigneur, with his deep quizzical smile.
"That's what I told him. He seemed to think Sark a decidedly odd kind of place. But he's getting to like it, and I've invited him to come and visit us later on."
"That's all right as long as he behaves himself."
"Oh, he's a very decent chap. The only thing I had against him was that he wanted to marry my wife."
"Then all the ways are smooth now?"
"All smooth now, thanks to your assistance!"
"Well, all happiness to you both!" said the Seigneur as he rose. "My wife sends all good wishes"—for the Lady of the Manor lay sick in the great house among the trees and he would not leave her.