“Oh, yes, yes!”
“One mustn’t be squeamish, must one?”
And Dora Bellairs, in a very low whisper, answered, “No.”
“I shall write to-night.”
“Oh! To-night?”
“Yes. Now promise me you will too.”
“It’s harder for me than you.”
“Not if he really——.”
“Oh, indeed, he really does, Mr. Ellerton.”
“Then you’ll write?”