"Will those do?" he asked, putting into my hand an enormous bunch of wild-flowers.
I buried my face in their fresh sweetness.
"We will put them in Jane's room; she loves flowers."
"You will not put them in Jane's room," contradicted Dimbie crossly. "I don't gather flowers for every strange woman from India, please understand that, Marguerite."
Dr. Renton looked up in surprise.
"Yes, I have to speak like that. Marguerite will make a perfect fool of Miss Fairbrother if I let her have her way. It's Miss Fairbrother this and Miss Fairbrother that. I'm sick of the very name of the woman. I'll take jolly good care that she is out of this house in less than a fortnight. Marguerite asked her for an indefinite period, but it happens to be very definite in my mind." With which he flung himself across the lawn and into the house.
The Doctor opened his mouth.
"Don't take any notice," I said quickly, for I knew Dimbie was watching us through the drawing-room window, "it's only jealousy, nothing more; he'll be all right when she comes."
"I'll marry her at once," the Doctor pronounced, getting up from his chair.
"You forget that she may not accept you."