But through the trees I caught a glimpse of Audrey, walking on the lawn; and the assault was never made.
'I will write to Cynthia tonight,' I said, 'wishing her happiness.'
'Oh, Peter!' said Mrs Drassilis.
'Don't mention it,' said I.
Doubts appeared to mar her perfect contentment.
'You are sure you can convince her?'
'Convince her?'
'And—er—Lord Mountry. He is so determined not to do anything—er—what he would call unsportsmanlike.'
'Perhaps I had better tell her I am going to marry some one else,'
I suggested.
'I think that would be an excellent idea,' she said, brightening visibly. 'How clever of you to have thought of it.'