on the 24th."
"So soon as that! What else?"
"Sir George was angry at our marriage without consent."
"And he will not let me go?"
"I fear not, dearest."
An evening or two later, a carriage containing Sir George and Lady Head drew up at a little mansion in the West end, the residence of the retired general, Sir Charles Menzies. The house was not brilliantly illuminated, a subdued light gleaming only in a few of the windows. Evidently there would not be many guests that night. As they entered, the wide door in the deep archway was thrown open, and they were ushered into the drawing-room, where the General and his wife awaited their arrival.
"Just ourselves," exclaimed their host gaily; "a lonely old couple who have the selfishness to desire you to dine with them en