“I wish I knew where we were going,” said he, with a sigh of wonderful tenderness.
“To Roseneath, my Lord. I told you the L'Estranges lived there.”
“Yes; but it was not that I meant,” added he, feelingly.
“And a pretty spot it is,” continued she, purposely misunderstanding him; “so sheltered and secluded. By the way, what do you think of the curate's sister? She is very beautiful, isn't she?”
“Am I to say the truth?”
“Of course you are.”
“I mean, may I speak as though we knew each other very well, and could talk in confidence together?”
“That is what I mean.”
“And wish?” added he.
“Well, and wish, if you will supply the word.”