"Where do you want to be married? Have you any preference?"
"A decided one. I want to be married in the chapel of St. Luke's, and I want Doctor Rugvie to give me away. As you both came down last night from Lamoral, I don't believe he is away from the city, now is he?"
"He is up at St. Luke's. He said he should be there till five. I was to telephone him there."
"Then at five it shall be," I declared, with an emphasis that made him smile again.
"At five you shall be married; but, remember, I am the party of the second part." He spoke half whimsically; I was so glad to hear that tone in his voice. I welcomed the joy that began to express itself normally in merry give and take.
"No, first, Mr. Ewart—always first—"
"I don't see it so."
"Not at present, but you will when I am Mrs. Ewart. I want to ask you a question."
"Yes, anything."
"Have you ever seen those papers that Doctor Rugvie has in his possession?"