"Then if you don't admire her at all, would you mind telling me why you have her portrait locked up in a velvet case?" demanded Felicity in a soft, sweet voice.
"Oh, don't be so irritating. Don't you know you have it?"
"I haven't known it long."
His coolness roused her, and she said angrily—
"Then you ought to have known. I've been fearing that your casual ways are a very convenient screen for——"
"For what?" he asked, smiling. He was disposed to tease her for having doubted him.
She did not answer. He came and sat next to her.
"And so you would have cared?"
"Cared? I should think so. I've been miserable!"