"Oh! Well, what were we saying?"
"I was just going to...."
"I remember. Mrs. Waddington's telephone number. I was looking through my mail just now, and I found an invitation from Miss Waddington to her wedding. I see it's to-morrow. Fancy that!"
Hamilton Beamish would have preferred to speak of other things than trivialities like George Finch's wedding, but he found it difficult to change the subject.
"Yes. It is to take place at Hempstead to-morrow. George is staying down there at the inn."
"It's going to be a quiet country wedding, then?"
"Yes. I think Mrs. Waddington wants to hush George up as much as possible."
"Poor George!"
"I am going down by the one-thirty train. Couldn't we travel together?"
"I am not sure that I shall be able to go. I have an awful lot of things to see to here, after being away so long. Shall we leave it open?"