Mrs.
Hanway-Harley pursed her lips.

Mr.Bayard?
yes; but why ask Mr.Sands, printer, and Inspector Val of the police?
"They are my friends," said Richard.
Mrs.Hanway-Harley shook her head in proud dejection as she meditated on the strangeness of things.

Her daughter's wedding; and a detective and a journeyman printer among the honored guests! The homely disgrace of it quite bowed the heart of Mrs.Hanway-Harley.

She was taken doubly aback when she learned that Mr.Gwynn was on his way to England, and therefore not to attend.
"It would have pleased me," said Mrs.Hanway-Harley mournfully, "had Mr.
Gwynn been present.

His absence is peculiarly a blow." "I'm sure," said Richard, putting on a look of innocent slyness, like a lamb engaged in intrigue, "had I known that you might feel Mr.Gwynn's going away, I would have kept him with us." Mrs.Hanway-Harley elevated her polite brows.