Boyne smiled grimly across to his hostess and suggested that they should be going if they wanted to be there at the opening of the revue.
The quartette sat in a box, and greatly enjoyed the medley of songs and dances until, at the close, they went off to a gay supper at Giro's, which they did not leave till nearly two in the morning.
Just before Boyne dropped his wife from a taxi at the corner of Pont Street, he said:
"Well, Lilla! It all went well, didn't it? No hitch. We ought to have some news from Lancaster Gate about Wednesday or Thursday."
"Good!" replied the woman. "We'll wait in patience. Only I do hope it will turn out as we expect."
"It will—never fear! Good-night."
And she stepped out to walk down the street to her own house, while he continued in the taxi to Hammersmith Broadway, where he also alighted.
Then, as he walked home, he muttered to himself:
"It can't fail this time. On Wednesday next we shall hear how beneficial to the health is that most excellent liqueur."
CHAPTER XV