"I thought we were too angry—disgusted—disappointed—something" he murmured apologetically, but evidently much relieved.
Dr. Galbraith went on with his pruning, and presently the twins appeared walking down the proper approach to the garden hand in hand demurely.
After they had saluted their host politely, they stood and stared at him.
"Well?" he said at last.
"I suppose we are too late?" said Angelica.
"For what?" he asked, without pausing in his occupation.
"For the viv-viv-vivinesectionining."
"Vivinesectionining! What on earth—Oh!" Light broke in upon him. "Who told you I was?"
"Mr. Ellis," said Angelica.
"No, he didn't tell us you were exactly," Diavolo explained with conscientious accuracy. "He asked papa if it was true that you were going to this afternoon?"