"'Between the time we leave the church, and the sailing of my boat ... I shall expect you to _obey_'," she whispered, in gleeful amusement. "Poor David! I wonder how he will behave between Waterloo and Southampton. And, oh, I wonder how _I_ shall behave! I am inclined to think it might be wise to let Chappie come with us." Diana's eyes danced. It never failed to provide her with infinite amusement, when her chaperon and David got on each other's nerves. "No, I won't do that," she decided, as they flew up Park Lane; "it would be cowardly. And he can't bully me much, in two hours and a half. Poor David!" So the days had passed, and the eve of the wedding had now arrived. David had refused to dine and spend the evening, pleading a promise of long standing to his friend, the doctor. But they had had tea together, an hour before; Mrs. Marmaduke Vane absorbing most of the conversation, and nearly all the tea cake; and David had risen and made his adieux, before Diana could think of any pretext for dismissing her chaperon. She would not now meet David again, until they stood together, on the following morning, at the chancel step of St. Botolph's Church. All preparations were complete; yet Diana was now awaiting something unforeseen and unexpected. David had not left the room ten minutes--Mrs. Vane was still discussing the perfectly appointed teas, the charming roseleaf china, and debating which frock-coated official in the office would be the correct person of whom to make inquiries concerning the particular brand of the marmalade--when the telephone-bell rang sharply; and Diana, going to the mantel-piece, took up the receiver. Mr. Inglestry was speaking from his club. He must see her at once, on a matter of importance. Mr. Ford, of the firm of Ford & Davis, of Riversmead, was with him, having brought up a sealed package to hand over to Miss Rivers in his--Mr. Inglestry's--presence. Would they find her at home and disengaged, if they called, in half an hour's time? "Certainly," said Diana, "I will be here." Adding, as an after-thought, before ringing off: "Mr. Inglestry! Are you there?--No, wait a minute, Central!--Mr. Inglestry! What is it about?" just for the fun of hearing old Inglestry sigh at the other end of the telephone and patiently explain once more that the package was sealed.