“Yes, you do look happy.”
“Oh, so happy. I was never so happy.”
“Then,” said Jack, dropping his voice, “may I congratulate you?”
“Yes, I think so,” she said. “I hope so.” And then laughed aloud for very glee.
Jack turned from her with a quick sharp movement, went down the steps and offering his hand to Rupert, said:
“Good luck, old chap. I wish you good luck.”
“Eh? What? Oh, all right,” said Rupert in a dazed sort of way. But he didn't come into the house.
Never was there such a day in June, never such a fete. The park never looked so lovely and never a party so gay disported themselves in it and gayest of them all was Adrien. All day long it seemed as if her very soul were laughing for joy. And all day long she kept close beside Jack, chaffing him, laughing at him, rallying him on his solemn face and driving him half-mad with her gay witchery.
Then home they all came to supper, where waited them McNish and his mother with Mr. McGinnis, for they had been unable to join in the motor drive.
“Ma certie, lassie! But ye're a sight for sare een. What hae ye bin daein tae her, Mr. Jack,” said Mrs. McNish, as she welcomed them at the door.