Fortunately Cath and Bill were both talking too fast at the same time to notice the expression of the bride's face, and Mothereen was looking at them. With all her wish not to hurt Mothereen, the line had to be drawn somewhere. Marise, trying to control her face, glanced at Garth. Her eyes said, "This is up to you. You've got to save me. Think of something, quick!" "Of course, nobody'll hear of your turning out, Mothereen!" Garth flung himself into the breach. "I expect Marise will invite Cath in to chum with her. Then Bill and I will shift for ourselves. We----" But an outcry from Cath, Bill, and Mothereen cut his words in two. None of them would hear of such a thing. Part a honeymoon pair like that? Never! It would be a crime. "Why shouldn't Cath and I have that sitting-room if Mrs. Garth can spare it?" asked Bill. "We-ell," Mothereen temporised, and glanced with a smile at Marise. "What do you say, darling?" It was a terrific moment for the girl. It was worse than not knowing your part on the first night of a new play. Again her eyes turned to Garth. But this time he was caught unprepared. He missed his cue, and looked agonised. Marise believed that he was thinking of Mothereen more than of her. Still, she was sorry for the man. She just couldn't "let him down" before his adored one and his friends. Besides, she had never quite forgotten the ring of his voice on the night after the wedding when he had bidden her trust him. In his strange way--such as it was--he had never failed her since. No, she _wouldn't_ let him down! "What do I say?" she answered Mothereen. "I say 'Yes,' of course. I'm--delighted! Can't we all help to make up their beds, and bring in washstands and things?" They all did help. And everyone lent Cath and Bill something--"for luck." Garth contributed pyjamas for his friend. Mothereen kept a supply of new toothbrushes of all sizes and qualities. Cath squeaked with joy over the "nighty" Marise offered. Then at last came the moment for bidding each other "sleep well!--sweet dreams!" The door of Cath and Bill's bedroom shut. Mothereen followed Marise into her quarters adjoining, kissed and complimented her, and called Garth, who was looking at a picture of himself in his first British uniform, enlarged to enormous size in crayon, framed in gilt and hung up in the hall. "Marise has sent her maid to bed," Mothereen explained. "She was tired after the journey--a train headache. I thought I could undo this lovely wreath for her, but I can't. Will you try?"