The grey eyes stole a look at him.
“And by-gones to be by-gones?” begged she timidly. “And not a word to Charlie Lambert?”
He frowned a little.
“That’s as I sees fit,” said he.
“No, it’s as I sees fit,” murmured she softly, and her face was very close to his.
He smiled vaguely.
“You leave Charlie Lambert to me,” she added presently. “He pretty soon knew I was off it as soon as I was on. He’s got a flea o’ mine in his ear a’ready, and ’e’ll ’ave another if ’e don’t look out. You leave ’em all to me.”
“I s’pose everybody’s bound to do yer bidding sooner or later,” laughed Frewin half ruefully, “me as well as most.”
“Yes, don’t you make no mistake about that,” smiled she. “And what’s more, don’t ye ever go for to fancy that because I was such a bold-faced silly as to lay that wager I ever went for to win it. If ever there was a man I didn’t try to catch, it was you.”
Frewin laughed.