"We sat on the heather and he told me the story over again."
"And father—what is to become of father?"
"I'm afraid he'll have to go on living with Lady Helen," was Vernon's answer. But I shook my head.
"No," I said; "not at all. I have a better scheme than that. Lady Helen is very much frightened, isn't she, Vernon?"
"A 'blue funk' doesn't even describe her," replied Vernon.
"Well, then," I said, "I have a plan in my head. You and I will go up to London to-morrow." "I am quite agreeable, Heather—that is, if it causes you to hurry on our wedding day."
"Oh, there's time enough for our wedding day," I said. "We mustn't be selfish, you know, Vernon."