"Because I brought May flowers."
"That's quite enough," said Hamilton Beamish, not without reason. "I should like to remind you, Finch, that this lady is engaged to me."
"Oh, quite," said George.
"Endeavour not to forget it," said Hamilton Beamish curtly. "And, later on, should you ever come to share a meal at our little home, be sparing of your reminiscences of the dear old days. You get—you take my meaning?"
"Oh, quite."
"Then we will be getting along. May has to return to New York immediately, and I am going with her. You must look elsewhere for a best man at your wedding. You are very lucky to be having a wedding at all. Good-bye, George. Come, darling."
The two-seater was moving down the drive, when Hamilton Beamish clapped a hand to his forehead.
"I had quite forgotten," he exclaimed.
"What have you forgotten, Jimmy dear?"