"I've been thinking about it all the way home," he declared. "You've always teased me, Louisa, from the days we were babies, and of course I'm an old fool; but—Were you willing I should kiss your hand?"
He stopped in speechless confusion, the color coming into his cheeks, and looked pathetically into her laughing face.
"Lots of men have," she responded.
He dropped her hands, and grew paler.
"But to-day—" he stammered.
"But what to-day?" she cried, moving near to him.
"I thought that to-day—Louisa, for heaven's sake, do you care for me?"
"Not for heaven's sake," she murmured, looking younger and more bewitching than ever.
Some women at forty-five are by Providence allowed still to look as young as their children, and Mrs. Neligage was one of them. Her airs would perhaps have been ridiculous in one less youthful in appearance, but she carried them off perfectly. Bradish was evidently too completely and tragically in earnest to see the point of her quip. He looked so disappointed and abashed that it was not strange for her to burst into a peal of laughter.
"Oh, Harry," she cried, "you are such a dear old goose! Must I say it in words? Well, then; here goes, despite modesty! Take me!"