"I shan't guess. When I guess, I always guess wrong," said Alicia, "and that——"
"Tells tales, doesn't it? Well! it's a great man this time."
A sudden impossible idea ran through her head. Surely it couldn't be——? But nothing we think of very much seems always impossible. It might be! Her air of raillery dropped from her. She sat down, blushing and breathing quickly.
"Who is it, Willie?" she gasped.
"No, you must guess," said the Governor, over his shoulder; he was engaged in lighting a cigar.
"No, no; tell me, tell me," she could not help crying.
At the sound of her voice, he turned quickly and looked curiously at her.
"Why, Al, what's the matter?" he asked uneasily.
Surely she could not care for that fellow? But girls were queer creatures. Lord Eynesford always doubted if they really knew a gentleman from one who was—well, very nearly a gentleman.