But Jane's wise head was thinking swiftly. “I might come across with Papa,” she said. “We were thinking—”
“No,” cried Larry. “You come with me. He will follow and pick you up in London. Hurry, come along and tell him.”
“But, Larry, this is awful.”
“Splendid, glorious, come along. We'll settle all that later.”
He dragged her, laughing, blushing, almost weeping, to the study. “She says she will do it to-morrow, sir,” he announced as he pushed open the door.
“What do you say?” said the Doctor, gazing open-mouthed at him.
“She says she will marry me to-morrow,” he proclaimed as if announcing a stupendous victory.
“She does!” said the Doctor, still aghast.
“Good heavens!” exclaimed the Colonel. “To-morrow? We are off to-morrow!”
Larry swung upon him eagerly. “Before we go, sir. There is lots of time. You see we do not pull out until after three. We have all the morning, if you could spare me an hour or so. We could get married, and she would just come along with us, sir.”