"Make myself happy! Felix, if you knew!" She wrung her hands together in an ecstasy.
"Well, I've got to see about supper now. There's a single mutton-chop in the house; and I'm as hungry as a bear."
"And I'm not hungry in the least. I couldn't eat to-night—I couldn't, really. I'm not shamming, Felix. I think I'm too happy to eat."
"Rubbish! I'm going out to pick up something. My landlady never has a notion what to do at a pinch!"
"I don't really want any supper. My head aches."
"No wonder; after lakes of tears. You just tuck yourself into the corner of the sofa, and go to sleep again till I come back."
Felix used gentle force to induce obedience, and departed. Lettice leant back with closed eyes, in a dream of delight. Dearly as she loved Dr. Bryant, the relations between him and her had been of late far too constrained to permit any enjoyment: and the very thought of escape from Theodosia was relief unutterable. Only—poor little Keith!—what would he say?
"But Felix must come first! I couldn't go back," sighed Lettice. "I'll write to Keith very often."
Then a tap came at the door, and in answer to her "Come in," Wallace's voice asked, "May I?"
"Yes; please do. I want to hear about them all."