“Then get a four-wheeler.” And he added to himself, “I should like to see her again, under this new light. I wonder if she’ll let me in.”
Neaera did let him in. In fact, she seemed very glad to see him, and accepted with meekness her share of his general censure on the “babbling” that had gone on.
“You see,” she said, handing him a cup of tea, “it scarcely seemed a serious matter to me. I was angry, of course, but almost more amused than angry.”
“Naturally,” answered Mr. Blodwell. “But, my dear young lady, everything which is public is serious. And this thing is now public, for no doubt to-morrow’s Bull’s-eye will give all your names and addresses.”
“I don’t care,” said Neaera.
Mr. Blodwell shook his head. “You must consider Gerald and his people.”
“Gerald doesn’t doubt me. If he did——” Neaera left her recreant lover’s fate to the imagination.
“But Lord Tottlebury and the world at large? The world at large always doubts one.”
“I suppose so,” said Neaera, sadly. “Fortunately, I have conclusive proof.”