"Oh, Denis, suppose—"
"A wrinkled brow to-day, Nell!" he laughed. "I refuse to suppose," he observed gaily. "Even in my very innermost recesses, I don't suppose. I'm horribly hungry. Let's see, there's no mutton from yesterday to be eaten up, is there?"
She flung her arms wide.
"My innermost recesses are not supposing now!"
When he came back that afternoon he brought Ted Lancaster, and both were laden with parcels.
"Celebration parcels, Nell!"
Ted said, "I say," and wrung her hand hard.
"Denis! Well?"
"What? Oh, my interview with old Pom-Pom. My dear, I made a plain statement of the facts of the case, and he actually smiled! Here endeth the—er—third interview!"
Molly came in and poked about amongst the parcels.