"Give me some of the things," he said; but Lord Leycester declined.
"Not one," he said, laughing. And Mr. Etheridge, without another word, walked out.
Lord Leycester stood looking at Stella, a wistful eagerness in his eyes.
"I have gone so far," he said, "that I am emboldened to venture still further. Will you come too?"
Stella started, and an eager light flashed for a moment in her eyes; then she held out her hands and laughed.
"I have to make a pudding," she said.
He looked at the white arms, and then at her, with an intensified eagerness.
"If you knew how beautiful the morning is—how grand the river looks—you would let the pudding go."
Stella shook her head.