“No, I’m not.”
The young man looked at him searchingly and then disappeared. Ten minutes elapsed and then a small boy rode up on a bicycle. He was also out of breath.
“Has Mrs. George been ’ere?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” replied Edwin.
“Mr. Henderson says he’s awfully sorry but he won’t be able to get away. You are to kiss the baby for ’im.”
“I don’t know anything about it.”
“This is St. Bride’s, isn’t it?”
“No, this is St. Paul’s.”
“Oh!” The boy leapt on to the bicycle and also vanished.
“This is absurd,” thought Edwin. “Of course, the whole thing is as plain as daylight. The poor girl has come to the wrong church. The whole party is at St. Bride’s, somebody must have taken the baby on there. I might as well take the perambulator along. They’ll be pleased. Now I wonder which is the way.”