We went and opened it together, and it was an intimation of my promotion, a much better "step" than I had ever dared to hope for.
Holding that missive in my hand a thought suddenly occurred to me.
"Polly dear, this letter makes me able to maintain you as you ought to be maintained, and there is still a fortnight of vacation for me.
Polly, will you marry me tomorrow ?" "No, certainly not, sir." "Then will you marry me on Monday ?" "Do you truly, truly want me to ?" "Truly, truly." "Then, yes," and the dear girl again came blushing into my arms.
While we were thus the door opened, and in came her parents who were staying at a neighbouring hotel while inquiries were made as to my mysterious absence.

Not unnaturally my appearance went a long way to confirm suspicions such as Mrs.Brown had confessed to, and, after they had given me cold salutations, Polly's mother, fixing gold glasses on the bridge of her nose and eyeing me haughtily therefrom, observed, "And now that you ARE safely at home again, Lieutenant Gulliver Jones, I think I will take my daughter away with me.

Tomorrow her father will ascertain the true state of her feelings after this unpleasant experience, and subsequently he will no doubt communicate with you on the subject." This very icily.
But I was too happy to be lightly put down.
"My dear madam," I replied, "I am happy to be able to save her father that trouble.

I have already communicated with this young lady as to the state of her feelings, and as an outcome I am delighted to be able to tell you we are to be married on Monday." "Oh yes, Mother, it is true, and if you do not want to make me the most miserable of girls again you will not be unkind to us." In brief, that sweet champion spoke so prettily and smoothed things so cleverly that I was "forgiven," and later on in the evening allowed to escort Polly back to her hotel.
"And oh!" she said, in her charmingly enthusiastic way when we were saying goodnight, "you shall write a book about that extraordinary story you told me just now.

Only you must promise me one thing." "What is it ?" "To leave out all about Heru--I don't like that part at all." This with the prettiest little pout.
"But, Polly dear, see how important she was to the narrative.