"I am afraid I cannot," replied Wilton, remembering an engagement with Moncrief, and speaking with very genuine regret.
"Well, the day after?"
"Oh, don't tease, Donny," cried Gertrude Saville.
"The first time Colonel Wilton comes over to luncheon I will ask him to come and talk to you," said Helen.
"Colonel Wilton, will you just ask for me—Master Fergusson! In the old times, I would be 'Master of Brosedale.' I shall never see you if you do not."
"Depend on my calling on you," returned Wilton, smiling.
"And soon?"
"Yes, very soon."
Without another word, the unfortunate heir of so much wealth turned and limped into the hall with surprising rapidity.
"How annoying!" cried Gertrude.