The dinner Marigold agreed was excellent. Boyne smoked cigarettes and chatted merrily the whole time, until at last he paid the bill and walked back with her.
They shook hands, and she thanked him heartily. Then they parted, Boyne promising to see old Mrs. Felmore and pay her the amount he suggested.
As he strode along down the Haymarket, however, on his way back to Pont Street, he laughed aloud and muttered to himself:
"I don't think we shall be troubled with you, young lady, after a few more days!"
CHAPTER XXVII
"THE DAY AFTER TO-MORROW"
Three days passed. Marigold, on rising in the morning of the third day, felt hot and feverish. Her sister had suggested that she should telephone to the bank excusing herself.
"I think I've got a chill," Marigold remarked. "I felt rather queer yesterday."
"Then stay at home, dear."
"I can't," the girl declared as she put on her hat. "We're so awfully busy just now. Miss Meldrum and Miss Page are both away with influenza. I'm bound to go."