She turned and walked by his side willingly enough.
"Have you been in to see me?" she asked.
"Yes!" he answered. "I have some tickets for the Haymarket for
tonight. Do you think we could persuade Mrs. Tresfarwin to come?"
"I'm sure we could," she answered, laughing. "Hannah never wants any
persuading. How nice of you to think of us!"
"I am afraid," he answered, "that I think of you a good deal."
"Then I think that that also is very nice of you!" she declared.
"You like to be thought of?"
"Who doesn't? What is the play tonight?"
"I'll tell you about it afterwards," he said. "There is something else
I want to say to you first."
She nodded. She scarcely showed so much interest as he would have
liked.
"It is about Berneval," he said, keeping his eyes fixed upon her face.
"I saw Mr. Pleydell today, and he told me that you were all going
there. He suggested that I should come too!"
"How delightful!" she exclaimed. "Can you really get off?"
"Yes. Sir Wingrave is going away, and doesn't want me. I must go
somewhere, and I thought that I might go over and take rooms near you
all. Would you care to have me?"
"Of course I would," she answered frankly. "Oh!" she exclaimed
suddenly, her face clouding over--"I forgot!"
"Well?"
"I am not sure," she said, "that I am going."
"Not going?" he repeated incredulously. "Mr. Pleydell told me that it
was all arranged."
"It was--until today," she said.
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