"That will come in useful when you are disagreeable, cross with me."
"I shall never be cross with you, my jewel, my pet!"
Oh, it was all delightful, almost too good to be true.
But what about grandmamma? He said that grandmamma knew.
"So you have made it all right with her?" she exclaimed, with the kind of sensation that is engendered by some lucky escape. How clever of him! He was a wonder, her saviour, her deliverer. True, he was neither young nor "a picture," but one could not have everything, and Stella told herself she was going to be quite as happy as Maud Verrall, very likely far happier.
"Just fancy!" she sighed ecstatically. "And if I had only known what was coming when you found me in the larder! Isn't it a mercy that we both like onions? Do tell me, when did you think of your ripping plan?"
"The first moment I set eyes on you at the station," he declared untruthfully.
"Oh! Then now I know why you looked at me like that."
"Like what?"