“No. I half wish they had.”
“Oh, Mr. Ellerton, what shall we do? They’re still in love with us!”
“Rather. They’ve been waiting for us.”
Dora entered the hotel gates and sank into a chair in the court-yard.
“Well? she asked helplessly; but Charlie had no suggestion to offer.
“How could they?” she broke out indignantly. “How could they break off their marriage at the last moment like that? They—they were as good as married. It’s really hardly—people should know their own minds.”
She caught sight of a rueful smile on Charlie’s face.
“Oh, I know, but it’s different,” she added impatiently. “One expects it of you, but I didn’t expect it of John Ashforth.”
“And of yourself?” he asked softly.
“It’s all your fault, you wicked boy,” she answered.