CHAPTER VI see upon referring to my notes that this took place upon a Friday afternoon. Mr. Govett had not much more than left our place when Fay Brunton dropped in. She looked sweet enough to eat. To our relief she had left the inevitable mother behind on this occasion. Fay did not take tea, but dined at six in order to have a short rest before going to the theatre. She had just fifteen minutes before dinner, she said, and had rushed around to tell us—her news, after what we had just heard, was like a bombshell. I could scarcely repress a cry of dismay.
“Darius and I have decided to get married on Sunday morning.”
My mistress never changed a muscle of her smile.
“What!” she said with mock reproach, “must you abandon us so soon?”
“I am not abandoning you!” said Fay, giving her a kiss.
