By now we were at the gates of Briarmount. I pointed to the house.
“You’ve got somebody else to tell your news to, in there. And you’d better tell him directly. I hope he’s not been cherishing vain hopes himself, poor boy!”
“Godfrey?” She laughed again. “Oh, nonsense! He’s just my little brother.”
“You’ve got two men to manage now. Your hands will be full, Nina.”
“Oh, I think I shall be equal to the task!”
“And, when you want, you can still unburden your mind to me about Lucinda.”
“I think I’ve done that! I shall take your advice and think no more about her. Good-night, Julius. I—I’m very happy!”
I watched her walk briskly up the Briarmount drive in the dusk. Certainly a fine figure of a girl; and one who improved on acquaintance. I liked her very much that afternoon. But she certainly did not like Lucinda! Put as mildly as possible, it came to that.