"She wasn't with me long," explained Annesley. "She said I needed sleep. After she'd looked at my room to see if it were comfortable, she bade me 'good-night,' and we haven't met this morning. The few remarks she did make about you were complimentary."
"What did she say? I'm curious."
"Well, if you must know, she said that you were a man few women could resist; and—she didn't blame me."
"H'm! You call that complimentary? Let's suppose she meant it so. Now we'll have breakfast, and forget her—unless you'd like her called to go with us on a shopping expedition I've set my heart on."
"What kind of a shopping expedition?" Annesley wanted to know.
"To buy you all the pretty things you've ever wished for."
The girl laughed. "To do that would cost a fortune!"
"Then we'll spend a fortune. Shall you and I do it ourselves, or would you like to have the Countess de Santiago's taste?"
"Oh, let us go without her," Annesley exclaimed, "unless you——"
"Rather not. I want you to myself. You darling! We'll have a great day—spending that fortune. The next thing we do—it can wait till after we're married—is to look for a house in a good neighbourhood, to rent furnished. But we'll get your swell cousins, Lord and Lady Annesley-Seton, to help us choose. Perhaps there'll be something near them."