Madame Eulalie raised her eyebrows.
"Doesn't anybody stay in the house in these parts when there's going to be a wedding?"
"There has been a slight accident," explained Hamilton Beamish. "The clergyman sprained his ankle, and Mrs. Waddington and Molly had gone to Flushing to pick up an understudy. And George has gone to the station...."
"Yes, why has George gone to the station?"
Hamilton Beamish hesitated. Then, revolted by the thought that he should be hiding anything from this girl, he spoke.
"Can you keep a secret?"
"I don't know. I've never tried."
"Well, this is something quite between ourselves. Poor George is in trouble."
"Any worse trouble than most bridegrooms?"
"I wish you would not speak like that," said Hamilton Beamish, pained. "You seem to mock at Love."