"About the Zariba Dam?" queried her father with alert eagerness.
"He did not say. I am not altogether sure that he—"
"Pardon me," interrupted Lord James. "Do you really believe that, in the circumstances, he would leave you for a business appointment?"
"Why shouldn't he?" said Mr. Leslie. "If he solves the problem of that dam, his fortune is as good as made. He'll have big positions thrust upon him. Did he seem excited, my dear—abstracted?"
"Oh, do you think it was that?" replied Genevieve. "I feared he was ill. The ventilation of the chapel is so wretched. He did look odd; yet he would not admit that he felt ill. I was half doubtful whether it was right to insist that he stay to communion."
"Communion!" gasped Mrs. Gantry. "You don't mean to say, my dear, that you've made a convert of him? Impossible!"
"I'm afraid not," sighed Genevieve. "I believe he took the communion merely to oblige me."
"Took the communion?" echoed Lord James, no less astonished than Mrs.
Gantry. "Surely you do not—er—It seems quite impossible, you know."
"Is it so very amazing, when I asked him—urged him?" said Genevieve, flushing ever so slightly under his incredulous look.
"My word!" he murmured. "Tom did that!"