"A telegram for you, Ned."
"Thanks," said he. "By the way, here's the future Mrs. Ned—that's to say if she doesn't funk it before the wedding."
Lilian's welcome, Lilian's embrace, and Lilian's congratulations were alike perfect. Cicely wondered how people could ever have said the critical things of her which some of her acquaintances were unkind enough to say at times. As to Bisset's dictum regarding the lady in the castle, that was manifestly absurd on the face of it. Miss Cromarty was clearly overjoyed to hear of her brother's engagement.
"And now, Neddy dear!" cried the bright lady, "tell me how it all came about!"
Ned looked up from his telegram with a glint in his eye that was hardly a lover's glance.
"Cicely will tell you all about it," said he. "I'm afraid I've got to be off pretty well as quick as I can."
He handed them the wire and they read: "Meet me eight to-night Kings Arms urgent. Carrington."
"From Mr. Carrington!" exclaimed his sister.
Ned smiled.
"Cicely will explain him too," he said. "By Gad, I wonder if this is going to be the finishing bit of luck!"
In another twenty minutes the lights of his gig lamps were raking the night.
