"Admirably," he assured her, with what solemnity he could.

Sabine seemed thoroughly satisfied with herself.

"That's all right, then. Now I must be off, or they will be coming to
look for me, and that would be a bore."

"But we have not made all the arrangements for our wedding." The
prospective bridegroom thought it prudent to remind her. "When can you
come on Thursday? My train gets in about six."

"Thursday," and she contracted her dark eyebrows. "Let me see--Yes, we
are staying until Saturday to see the remains of Elbank Monastery--but I
don't know how I can slip away, unless--only it would be so late. I
could say I had a headache and go to bed early without dinner, and get
here about eight while they were having theirs. It is still quite
light--I often had to pretend things at the Convent to get a moment's
peace."

Michael reflected.

"Better not chance eight--as you say it is quite light then and they
might see you. Slip out of the hotel at nine. The park gate is, as you
know, right across the road. I will wait for you inside, and we can walk
here in a few minutes--and come up these balcony steps--and the chapel
is down that passage--through this door. See."

He went and opened the door, and she followed him--talking as she
walked.