'At—at what I'd done,' stammers Lippa.
'Something very dreadful, no doubt,' says he with a look that belies his words.
'Yes, you're quite right,' Miss Seaton answers, 'it was dreadful. I can't think how I did it, shall I have to beg his pardon?'
'His! whose?' asks Jimmy quickly.
'Captain Harkness,' is the whispered reply, while she digs a hole in the gravel path with the heel of her white satin shoe. 'I boxed him on the ear, I hardly knew what I was doing at the moment, and now I can't think how I could do it—you see he'd asked me to marry him.'
'Is that the usual way you refuse your suitors?' says Jimmy laughing. 'What a mercy I had not to suffer the same fate.'
'Now if I remember rightly,' replies Miss Seaton gravely, 'you haven't asked me to marry you.'
'What have I done then?' asks Dalrymple.
'You've told me you loved me, but that isn't a bit the same, you know.'
'No, of course not, but, dearest, you will marry me?'