"I'll never forgive you--never! It was horrible of you, George!" Then came the old mischievous smile, like a flash of sunshine through the rain. "However did you do it, dear?" "I got a special licence on Saturday," said Leslie calmly. "Then I came down here, saw the parson, and told him to be ready at two o'clock. I said we might keep him waiting, so I would pay double fees." Nancy burst into a ripple of laughter. "Oh, George," she said, "I think you must be the devil!" "Well, he took up the bargain quick enough. Then I told Morton, my partner, to come down with another car and wait outside the churchyard. Directly he saw me coming he was to go in and start the parson, and that's how everything was ready. It was quite a simple matter, really." "But it's only just beginning," said Nancy. "Think of father and mother." "I have," said Leslie. "Morton is driving them home. I have given him a letter explaining the circumstances. We shall go back in the other car." Nancy collapsed. "And then?" she inquired faintly. "Then I shall take you to Claridge's, and go round and see your father. I want to apologize to him." Nancy shuddered. "What do you think he'll say?" Leslie took her two hands and drew her towards him. "Dearest," he said, "your father and I are going to be great friends." She looked up into his strong, kind face. Then she gave a little happy laugh. "George," she said, "I'm glad you've got a chin like that. It makes me feel so safe." Tony and His Conscience The taxi pulled up with a jerk opposite Hyde Court Mansions, and the Honourable Reginald Seton, in the glossiest of top hats and the most delicate of grey frock-coats, stepped out carefully on to the pavement. Then, with the graceful deliberation that marked all his movements, he extracted half-a-crown from his waistcoat pocket and handed it to the driver. The man pocketed the coin with a wheezy "Thank ye, sir," and, leaning over from his box, inquired furtively, "Wot's goin' to win ter-day, guv'nor?" Reggie sighed. "My bookmaker," he said, adjusting his field-glasses to a nicer angle. Then, with his head slightly on one side, he mounted the two or three stone steps that led into the big block of flats. The liftman, who looked like a dirty edition of the All Highest, touched his cap as Reggie approached. "Mr. Delmar's flat, sir?" he inquired, opening the door. Reggie nodded. "They tell me, sir," pursued the liftman, as he and Reggie progressed heavenwards, "that Little Eva's very 'ot to-day--very 'ot indeed, sir." "How unpleasant for her jockey!" replied Reggie, with a slight shudder. The liftman smiled respectfully. "It's a good tip, sir," he observed. "I 'ad it straight from the stable." Reggie looked at him with admiration. "Did you really, Smith?" he said. "How clever of you! The only things I've ever had from a stable have been bills." "Ah, well, sir," said the liftman indulgently, "you can afford to pay 'em."