Una’s heart beat so fast that she could scarcely speak.
“Yes,” she answered, at last.
“What a cold Diana it is!” said Lady Bell, caressingly. “What an icy ‘yes.’ My dear, he is the handsomest man in the room.”
“Yes,” said Una, sadly.
Lady Bell looked at her.
“I see, for all your yesses, that you don’t think so,” she said, with a laugh. “Do you know they call him the Savage, and that it is quite an achievement on my part to get him here? I made his acquaintance by accident. Mrs. Fellowes is quite shocked over it. But I always do as I like. I’ve got a fancy, Una—you’d never guess it.”
“What is it?” said Una, raising her dark eyes gravely to the beautiful, witching face.
Lady Bell smiled.
“I have a fancy for taming the Savage,” she said, more to herself than to Una; “it will be so amusing.”
Una turned her head aside.