d when I like? Why have I to get a license and all that nonsense?
Why must I wait till the day after to-morrow?" He grew indignant.

"It's past twelve now; it is to-morrow," said Cecily.

"Quite so. As you suggest, Cecily, we could be married to-day but for
these absurd restrictions. There's a train at eight from
Fillingford----"

"You're going--both of you--by that?" Mina cried.

"I hope it suits you, because we want you to come with us, if you'll be
so kind," said Harry.

"You see it would look just a little unusual if we went alone," added
Cecily.

"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 glass 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!"