'Just so, sir. If you recollect, you asked me once if I had ever been in love, and I replied in the affirmative.'
'And it was—'
'Mrs Wilson and I were engaged to be married before either of us came to London. There was a misunderstanding, which was entirely my—'
'Jim! It was mine.'
'No, it was all through my being a fool.'
'It was not. You know it wasn't!'
Rollo intervened.
'Well?'
'And when you sent me with the flowers, sir—well, we talked it over again, and—that was how it came about, sir.'
The bride looked up from her walnuts.