Part 65 (1/2)
”And it's not going to look unusual anyhow? Are you mad? Or--or do you mean it?”
”Don't you think both may be true?” asked Harry. Cecily's gravity broke down. She kissed Mina again, laughing in an abandonment of exultation.
”Oh, you're both mad!”
”Not at all. You're judging us by the standard of your other engaged couple to-night.”
”Did Mr Neeld know anything about your coming?” Mina demanded, with a sudden recollection.
”Nothing at all. Did he say anything to you?” For a moment the gla.s.s of old brown halted on its way to his lips, and he glanced at Mina sharply.
”No. But when I asked him if he had seen you he looked--well, just rather funny.”
The old brown resumed its progress. Harry was content.
”There's no better meal than fresh sandwiches and old brown,” he observed. ”You'll come with us, won't you, and keep Cecily company at the little house till we fix it up?”
Mina looked from one to the other in new amazement, with all her old excited pleasure in the Tristram ways. They did a thing--and they did not spoil it by explanations.
”And Mr Gainsborough?” she asked.
”We're going to leave a note for father,” smiled Cecily.
”You're always doing that,” objected Mina.
”It seems rather an early train for Mr Gainsborough,” Harry suggested, laying down his napkin.
”Oh, why don't you tell me something about it?” cried Mina despairingly.
”But it's true? The great thing's true anyhow, isn't it?”
”Well, what do you think I came down from town for?” inquired Harry.
”And why have we been so long in the Gallery, Mina?”
”You've given in then?” exclaimed the Imp, pointing a finger in triumph at Harry.
”Mina, how can you say a thing like that?”
”It looks as if it were true enough,” admitted Harry. ”Really I must go,” he added. ”I can't keep that fly all night. I shall see you in the morning, Madame Zabriska. Eight o'clock at Fillingford!”
”I'm really to go with you?” she gasped.
”Yes, yes, I thought all that was settled,” said he, rather impatiently.
”Bring a pretty frock. I want my wedding to be done handsomely--in a style that suits the wedding of----” He looked at Cecily--”of Lady Tristram of Blent.”
”Cecily, it's not all a joke?”
”Yes!” cried Cecily. ”All a delicious delicious joke! But we're going to be married.”
After a moment's hesitation Mina came across to Harry, holding out her hands. ”I'm glad, I'm so glad,” she murmured, with a little catch in her voice.