"But of course you did," said Robert, with an air of sudden remembrance. "I suppose Captain Trimblett knows London pretty well?"
"Pretty well," repeated the witness.
Mr. Vyner eyed her thoughtfully. "I hope you won't mind my saying so," he said, slowly, "but I was awfully pleased to hear of your marriage. I think it is always nice to hear of one's friends marrying each other."
"Yes," said the girl.
"And Trimblett is such a good chap," continued Mr. Vyner. "He is so sensible for his age."
He paused expectantly, but nothing happened.
"So bright and cheerful," he explained.
Miss Hartley still remaining silent, he broke off and sat watching her quietly. To his eyes she seemed more charming than ever. There was a defiant look in her eyes, and a half-smile trembled round the corners of her mouth. He changed his seat for one nearer to hers, and leaning forward eyed her gravely. Her colour deepened and she breathed quickly.
"Don't—don't you think Captain Trimblett is lucky?" she inquired, with an attempt at audacity.
