"Then put me under lock and key," he suggested gaily.
"In an inaccessible tower?"
"Wherever you please."
She gave a merry, happy little laugh, for he was standing quite close to her now, his proud head slightly bent so that the quick, whispered words might easily reach her ears; and there was an unmistakable look of ardent admiration in his eyes. A demon of mischief suddenly seized her. She wondered whether he had guessed who she was and tried to nettle him into betraying himself.
"And to whom shall I give the key of that tower?" she said demurely. "To the Lady Ursula Glynde?"
"No," he replied. "Come inside and throw the key out of the window."
"But the Lady Ursula?" she persisted.
He made a quick gesture of mock impatience.
"What wanton cruelty to mention that name now," he said, "when mine ears are tuned to 'Fanny.'"
"Tis wrong they should be so tuned—Lady Ursula, they say, is your promised wife."