“That’s what I want,” said the girl wistfully.  “Some one who’ll be good to me.  Oh, you don’t know how lonesome I feel!”

“Sure thing I do.  Then I guess that’s all fixed up, and I’ll see the archbishop about a special license to-morrow morning.”

“Oh, Julius!”

“Well, I don’t want to hustle you any, Jane, but there’s no sense in waiting about.  Don’t be scared—­I shan’t expect you to love me all at once.”

But a small hand was slipped into his.

“I love you now, Julius,” said Jane Finn.  “I loved you that first moment in the car when the bullet grazed your cheek....”

Five minutes later Jane murmured softly: 

“I don’t know London very well, Julius, but is it such a very long way from the Savoy to the Ritz?”

“It depends how you go,” explained Julius unblushingly.  “We’re going by way of Regent’s Park!”

“Oh, Julius—­what will the chauffeur think?”

“At the wages I pay him, he knows better than to do any independent thinking.  Why, Jane, the only reason I had the supper at the Savoy was so that I could drive you home.  I didn’t see how I was ever going to get hold of you alone.  You and Tuppence have been sticking together like Siamese twins.  I guess another day of it would have driven me and Beresford stark staring mad!”

“Oh.  Is he——?”

“Of course he is.  Head over ears.”

“I thought so,” said Jane thoughtfully.

“Why?”

“From all the things Tuppence didn’t say!”

“There you have me beat,” said Mr. Hersheimmer.  But Jane only laughed.

In the meantime, the Young Adventurers were sitting bolt upright, very stiff and ill at ease, in a taxi which, with a singular lack of originality, was also returning to the Ritz via Regent’s Park.

A terrible constraint seemed to have settled down between them.  Without quite knowing what had happened, everything seemed changed.  They were tongue-tied—­paralysed.  All the old camaraderie was gone.

Tuppence could think of nothing to say.

Tommy was equally afflicted.

They sat very straight and forbore to look at each other.

At last Tuppence made a desperate effort.

“Rather fun, wasn’t it?”

“Rather.”

Another silence.

“I like Julius,” essayed Tuppence again.

Tommy was suddenly galvanized into life.

“You’re not going to marry him, do you hear?” he said dictatorially.  “I forbid it.”

“Oh!” said Tuppence meekly.

“Absolutely, you understand.”

“He doesn’t want to marry me—­he really only asked me out of kindness.”

“That’s not very likely,” scoffed Tommy.

“It’s quite true.  He’s head over ears in love with Jane.  I expect he’s proposing to her now.”

“She’ll do for him very nicely,” said Tommy condescendingly.

“Don’t you think she’s the most lovely creature you’ve ever seen?”