'Silly boy,' is the reply, while she suddenly reaches up and kisses him, and then disengaging herself from his detaining arm hurries back to the house, whither he follows her a little more slowly.
CHAPTER VI
''Tis true, 'tis true, 'tis pity, and pity 'tis, 'tis true.'—Hamlet.
It is breakfast time, but at present nobody has put in an appearance; whoever is punctual the morning after a ball! The drawing-room looks dreadful, all empty and bare, and the candles burnt down in their sockets. 'Ugh!' Lippa shudders as she pokes her head in, just to have a look at the place where Jimmy bade her goodnight. She does even more, for she goes and lays her head against a place on the wall, where she remembers he leant against, and as she does so a happy contented smile hovers round her mouth, and then laughing at herself, she hurries to the dining-room.
'What, no one down yet!' she exclaims, gazing round the empty room.
'Yes; I am,' replies a voice from outside, and Paul appears at the open window. 'Good-morning, how early you are,' he says.
'Only punctual,' replies Philippa; 'isn't it a lovely day again. I can't think how the others can be so lazy. Come into the garden, do.'
Paul acquiesces. He has taken a great liking to Miss Seaton. 'Did you like the ball?' he asks.
'Oh, so much,' replies she, 'wasn't it lovely. I wish it could come all over again.'