Joseline’s face expressed bewilderment; and then, as her eyes were drawn to his, the colour flowed back into her checks, for she had divined, by some infallible instinct, that Mr. Ulick had not changed. It was the same Mr. Ulick who had sent her the poetry, and kissed her through the pane.
“Miss Tripp introduced me to Lady Mulgrave,” he continued; “she knows my aunt, Lady Barre, and she has asked Freddy and me over to-morrow for a bridge drive, to dine and sleep.”
“Are you coming?”
“Yes, we will motor over—forty miles.”
“Just to play cards?”
“That may be Freddy’s inducement; mine, you know, is to see you.”
“And Rap?” she added. “I wonder if he will know you?”
“Rap”—colouring—“the red terrier? Why, you don’t mean to say you have him still?”
“Sure, six years isn’t long for a dog to live!”
“And you brought him over?”