"Then let us be happy," he said, caressing her hand. "Do you know that you have made a conquest—I mean in addition to myself?"
"No," she said. "I?"
"Yes, you," he repeated. "I mean my sister Lilian."
"Ah!" said Stella, with a little glad light in her eyes. "How beautiful and lovable she is!"
He nodded.
"Yes, and she has fallen in love with you. We are very much alike in our tastes," he said, with a significant smile. "Yes, she thinks you beautiful and lovable."
Stella looked down at the ardent face, so handsome in its passionate eagerness.
"Did you—did you tell her?" she murmured.
He understood what she meant, and shook his head.
"No; it was to be a secret—our secret for the present, my darling. I did not tell her."