"You have a pretty way of poking fun at me," I laughed. "But I suppose you mean I've given you all a shock. Well, you'll soon be rid of me. Three days more, and the end! But I do wish I knew how to mend matters and make you and your sister happy again, at once."
"I could tell you how," he said quickly.
"Do, then! You've just time, if you hurry up before the others come."
He looked round, and there were Mrs. James and Mrs. West walking toward us with Sir S. They were very near.
He hesitated, and his face grew red. "Will you promise not to be angry?" he almost whispered.
"I promise! Tell me."
"If you want to make everything come right for everybody in a minute, you must turn your attention entirely to me."
"What good would that do?" I asked stupidly.
"It would do me all the good in the world, because, as I told you, you've bewitched me. It would do my sister good because—well, because she's particularly anxious for you to like me. And it would do Somerled good because—it might teach him his own mind—bring him to his senses."
"I don't understand one word you're talking about!" I broke out.