'I'm sure I shall enjoy it so much. Shall we get there to-night?'
'Yes, love, if—'
Rap-rap-rap, at the door.
A hasty separation took place between man and wife—to opposite ends of the sofa; and then—
'Come in.'
'Av ye plaze, sur, it's an M.P. is waiting to see yez.'
'To see me! A policeman?'
'Yis, sur.'
'There must be some mistake.'
'No, sur, it's yourself; and he's waiting in the hall, beyant.'