"I want you and Miss Thursdale to dine with me at eight this evening. I think I'll have a little surprise for you," she said mysteriously. Windomshire glared, and then managed to give a provisional acceptance. It all depended on the hour for leaving for the train. As he hurried off to find Anne he was groaning to himself: "How the deuce can I go to a dinner and run off again with Anne? I've got everything arranged. I can't let a beastly dinner interfere. I won't go, hang me if I do." He came upon Anne in the corner of the library--the most unfrequented corner. "Well?" she questioned eagerly. He clasped her hands, beaming once more. "I've seen him, dear. It's all right. My word, I've had no end of a busy day. The confounded fellow was out making calls on the congregation, as they say, and I had to pursue him from house to house, always missing him, by Jove." "But you DID find him?" anxiously. "Of course. He will be at the church at nine to-night--sharp. He understands that no one is to know about it. His fee is ten pounds--quite a bit for a chap like him. I found him calling upon a fellow who is about to die--a Mr. Grover. He sent out word I'd have to wait as the old gentleman was passing away. By Jove, do you know I was that intense that I sent in word that the old gentleman would have to wait a bit--I COULDN'T. The pastor came out and--well, it seems that the fee for helping a chap to get married is more substantial than what he gets for helping one to die. And, as luck would have it, I found a fellow who will act as one of the witnesses to the ceremony at this same house,--a Mr. Hooker, Anne. He came down on the train with us. Tall, dark, professional looking man. 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. "What's his name? Confound him."