“Very well,” she answered with a laugh.
“You know you fooled me there.”
“Not I; you fooled yourself. We found your card when we returned yesterday.”
“Yes. I remember.” He looked thoughtfully at one of his thin, sunburned hands.
“My uncle will be glad to see you,” she went on a little breathlessly. “He was saying so this morning.”
“You are very kind,” he said, “but I fear I can’t give myself the pleasure of calling upon him this time. I am leaving for the North at eleven o’clock.”
“Oh!” she said. There was silence between them. Then,—
“Are those for the church?” he asked, indicating the roses in the basket.
“The church?”
“Yes, the—the wedding is to-night, I presume?”