hen I asked why you kept turning your head, and you
told me it was because you felt some one 'looking for you?'"

"Yes! And you said 'By Jove! I wonder if it's possible----' Then you
shut up like an oyster."

"I thought it wouldn't do to go further, then, and excite you for
nothing, maybe. I did promise to tell you afterward, but coming here we
had the accident to talk about, and you forgot----"

"Never mind excuses. Tell me now. Had you seen him?"

"I wasn't quite sure--thought I might have made a mistake. Away back
near the door as we came in I caught sight of a chap who reminded me of
March. But I never saw him before in London togs, you know, and it was
dark in the church, with all that rain coming down outside. I couldn't
tell for certain, it seemed so dashed improbable that he should be
there. Even if he was in London, he wouldn't have been likely to get a
card----"

"A card, indeed! Do you think any one with eyes in his head would ask
Eagle March to show a _card_?"

"Well, anyhow," Tony defended himself, "why should he want to poke his
nose in there? I judged him by the way _I_ should feel, supposing it was
you being spliced to some other fellow. I'd sooner be at the North or
South Pole than have to watch it done, unless I could bounce out with an
impediment why you shouldn't lawfully be joined together."

"I can think of reasons why a man might--might steel himself to see a
woman he'd loved married to another man," I said; though in truth, I
couldn't see distinctly, and I wondered if the day would come when the
mystery of Eagle's presence at Diana's wedding would clear itself up.
There was just one thing I could count on, though! It would never be
from my trying to find out, but only when, and if, Eagle wished me to
know. Meanwhile, I trusted him as always, and hardly needed to be told
that the man in the back seat at St. George's hadn't flaunted himself in
a conspicuous position.

"He was wedged in between two women's hats," Tony went on. "I'd never
have spotted him, if I hadn't been rubber-necking at the crowd, sort of
counting scalps. That's not done by brides and grooms in our class of
life, so March might have felt as safe as a hermit crab, as far as
giving the willies to Lady Di or Vandyke was concerned. But just when I
was rubbering, he happened to shove his head forward between hats to
squint at you."

"Oh, Tony!" I couldn't help breaking in. "He was looking at _me_?"

"That's the way it stru