Jack, startled and bewildered, stared at her.
“I must have been dreaming,” he muttered.
“Dreaming,” she said. “What do you mean?”
He passed his hand over his brow.
“Your ice!” and he glanced at the fountain. “I—I beg your pardon. What did I do with it? I will get you another.”
“Never mind!” said Lady Bell, laughing; “I do not care for it now; I am too hot. Have you been asleep?”
“Asleep!” he said, striving to recover his coolness; “nearly. What could I do when you left me?”
“The third compliment,” she said, with a smile. “Where are you going now?” for Jack, with his eyes fixed on the end of the fernery, was moving slowly away.
“I—I’m afraid I must go,” he said.
“Good-night!” she said, turning away coldly.