“For once!” pleaded Rosamund.
Mr. Darlington wavered. He looked round the room and then at Rosamund and Dion.
“It’s most attractive here,” he murmured, “and Lady Berkhamstead lives in the Cromwell Road, at the far end. I wonder—”
“It’s settled!” Rosamund exclaimed. “Dinner at half-past seven. We keep early hours here, and Dion goes shooting to-morrow with Robin and may get sleepy towards ten o’clock.”
After explanations about Robin, Mr. Darlington gracefully yielded. He would wire to dear Lavinia Berkhamstead and explain matters.
As he and Canon Wilton walked back to the Canon’s house he said;
“What dear people those are!”
“Yes, indeed,” said the Canon.
“Happiness has brought out the very best in them both. Leith is a fine young fellow, and she, of course, is unique, a piece of radiance, as her beautiful mother was. It does one good to see such a happy household.”
He gently glowed, and presently added: