THRIFT--AND THE CHILD
"BUT there was nothing improper in my observing to Fyne that, last night, Mrs. Fyne seemed to have some idea where that enterprising young lady had gone to. Fyne shook his head. No; his wife had been by no means so certain as she had pretended to be. She merely had her reasons to think, to hope, that the girl might have taken a room somewhere in London, had buried herself in town--in readiness or perhaps in horror of the approaching day---
"He ceased and sat solemnly dejected, in a brown study. 'What day?' I asked at last; but he did not hear me apparently. He diffused such portentous gloom into the atmosphere that I lost patience with him.
"What on earth are you so dismal about?' I cried, being genuinely surprised and puzzled. 'One would think the girl was a state prisoner under your care.'
"And suddenly I became still more surprised at myself, at the way I had somehow taken for granted things which did appear queer when one thought them out.
"'But why this secrecy? Why did they elope--if it is an elopement? Was the girl afraid of your wife? And your brother-in-law? What on earth possessed him to make a clandestine match of it? Was he afraid? of your wife too?'
" Fyne made an effort to rouse himself.
"'Of course my brother-in-law, Captain Anthony, the