'Really—did you consult him about your sunburn?'
'Yes. What are you smiling at, He said it's caused by the extreme delicacy of the mucous membrane; nothing to be anxious about.'
'I don't think I am anxious; not particularly. And don't worry, my dear boy; it's very becoming,' said Edith.
Bruce patted her head, and gave her a kiss, smiling.
CHAPTER VIII
'We're lunching with the Mitchells today,' said Edith.
'Oh yes. I remember. I'm looking forward to it,' graciously said Madame Frabelle. 'It's a pity your husband can't come, isn't it? Ah, you naughty girl, I don't believe you think so!' Madame Frabelle, archly shook her finger at Edith.
'Eglantine, have you really seriously talked yourself into thinking that
Mr Mitchell is anything to me?'
'I don't say, dear,' said Madame Frabelle, sitting down comfortably, and bringing out her knitting, 'that you yourself are aware of it. I don't say that you're in love with him, but that he is devoted to you anyone with half-an-eye can see. And some day,' she shook her head, 'some day your interest in him may take you by surprise.'
'It is your interest in him that surprises me,' said Edith. 'He's a good friend, and we like him very much. But for anything else!—'