He was sitting on Mr. Grover's
front steps when I got there. The other witness--must have two, you
know--is the head-waiter in the dining-room here--"
"The--head-waiter?" she gasped.
"He's a very decent sort of chap, my dear--and, besides, we can't be
choosers. Waiters are most discreet fellows, too. He's to get two
pounds for his trouble. By Jove, I think I've done rather well. I'm
sorry if you don't approve," he lamented.
"But I do approve, Harry," she cried bravely. "It's lovely!"
"Good! I knew you would. Now all we have to do is to slip away from
here this evening, and--Oh, I say, hang it all! Mrs. Van Truder has
asked me to dine with them this evening."
"Isn't she running you a bit?" cried Anne, indignantly. "She had you
for breakfast and luncheon and now it's dinner. I daresay she'll have
you for tea too."
"But I'm not going to her confounded dinner. That's settled. I can't
do it, you know, and be on time for the wedding. Deuce take it, what
does she take a fellow for? Hello, here comes the chap that Dauntless
introduced to us this morning." Derby was approaching with a warm and
ingratiating smile.
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