"That Husk—that your husband is on his way to England to——"
"I know; only he's not on his way—he's here."
"Here! what do you mean?"
"What I say. Yillick wired it. You saw the telegram. He came by the Arethusa, and he's here."
"Not at Ribton Marches? Mercy! Let us go back to our rooms! Oh, why——"
"No, no, but in Berkshire. He may come to Ascot at any moment. What must I do?"
"Do you want to marry him again?"
"Marry! Daisy! What do you mean?"
"Well, you know, he wants to marry you. That's why he has come. If you pinch me, I must and will shriek out!"