'Do you?' he says.
'Well, perhaps not quite all,' she answers, blushing suddenly at the remembrance of her interview with Harkness.
'Which portion could you do without. The quarter of an hour before you ran into the shrubbery and nearly knocked me down?'
'Did I?' is the reply.
'Indeed you did,' says Ponsonby, laughing, 'and you looked so fierce I was afraid to go after you and fled in the opposite direction, leaving you to vent your wrath on Dalrymple whom I had just left.'
'I am very glad you did,' says Lippa, with a little conscious laugh. 'Two's company, three's none.'
'Yes,' replies Paul, quietly, and then a pause ensues.
'Oughtn't I to have said that?' asks Philippa, suddenly looking up into his face. 'Because—well ... you see, if you'd been there—now, if I tell you something, promise to keep it a secret,' this very persuasively and slipping her arm through his.
'On my word and honour,' Paul answers.
'Well, Mr Dalrymple asked me—to—marry him—there!'