"Yes, I will, at eight o'clock."
"Thanks very much," he said, and took up his hat to go.
"You'll not say anything to Charlie—yet?"
Carstairs stopped to consider. He liked to have everything above board; this secrecy rather savoured of double dealing to him.
"No-o," he said at length. "I shall tell him as soon as I get an opportunity that I'm going to make the running with that girl if I can."
"Oh, you can, I know you can."
"By the way, what's her name?"
"Darkey—Edith Darkey."
"Good Lord, what a name!"
"The relic of a nickname, I expect. She may not really be a gipsy at all."