“No doubt,” he said. “You must come and dine with me and tell me. Good-night, Mrs. Davenant!”
Mrs. Davenant gave him her hand.
“Must you go, Jack?” she said, tremulously. “You—you will come again?”
“Most certainly I will,” said Jack, significantly.
Una had risen and gone to the piano to gather up the music which Jack, with his usual untidiness, had scattered about.
He followed her, and knelt down as if to help her.
“Good-night, my darling!” he murmured, touching her arm caressingly. “Don’t be afraid.”
Una raised her arm and touched it with her lips.
“Afraid—of whom?”
“Of—nobody!” said Jack, rather ungrammatically.