He kissed the hand that covered his mouth.
"And so when the Great Horatio comes——" said Christine. Jimmy gave a stifled exclamation; he dragged his watch from his pocket.
"By Jove!" he said.
"What's the matter?" she asked anxiously.
He explained:
"I had a wire from the old chap. We were to meet him at Waterloo this evening at eight-thirty; it's nearly eight now."
Christine climbed down from his knee with a sudden show of dignity.
"We must go at once—of course we must." She came back for a moment to his arms. "Oh, Jimmy, aren't you glad that we're really—really all right, that we haven't got to pretend now the Great Horatio is home?"
"I can never tell you how glad," said Jimmy humbly.
They kissed, and Christine danced over to the looking-glass to put her hat straight.