She came with a set purpose, and she sent Captain Cormorant directly back in the motor because she didn't want him on the premises.
"Oughtn't we to go up to the house ?" said Norah.
"All right," said Mr.Spillikins with great alacrity, "let's go." * * * * * Now as this story began with the information that Mrs.Everleigh is at present Mrs.Everleigh-Spillikins, there is no need to pursue in detail the stages of Mr.Spillikins's wooing.

Its course was swift and happy.
Mr.Spillikins, having seen the back of Mrs.Everleigh's head, had decided instantly that she was the most beautiful woman in the world; and that impression is not easily corrected in the half-light of a shaded drawing-room; nor across a dinner-table lighted only with candles with deep red shades; nor even in the daytime through a veil.
In any case, it is only fair to state that if Mrs.Everleigh was not and is not a singularly beautiful woman, Mr.Spillikins still doesn't know it.

And in point of attraction the homage of such experts as Captain Cormorant and Lieutenant Hawk speaks for itself.
So the course of Mr.Spillikins's love, for love it must have been, ran swiftly to its goal.

Each stage of it was duly marked by his comments to Norah.
"She _is_ a splendid woman," he said, "so sympathetic.

She always seems to know just what one's going to say." So she did, for she was making him say it.
"By Jove!" he said a day later, "Mrs.Everleigh's an awfully fine woman, isn't she?
I was telling her about my having been in the oil business for a little while, and she thinks that I'd really be awfully good in money things.