“Oh, is she? Who taught her how delicious it is to drink tea out of doors?”
David did not know—fancied it was her own idea. “Did you really like it, Miss Fountain?”
“Like it, Mr. Dodd! It was Elysium. I never passed a sweeter evening in my life.”
David colored all over. “I wish I could believe that.”
“Was it the tulip-tree, or the violin, or was it your conversation, Mr. Dodd, I wonder?” asked she demurely, looking mock-innocent in his face.
“It was your goodness to be so easily pleased,” said Dodd, with a gush that made her color. She smiled, however. “Well, that is one way of looking at things,” said she. “Entre nous, I think Miss Dodd was the enchantress.”
“Eve is capital company, for that matter.”
“Indeed she is; you must be very happy together. Your mutual affection is very charming, Mr. Dodd, but sometimes it almost makes me sad. Forgive me! I have no brother.”
“You will never want one to love you a thousand times better than a brother can love.”
“Oh, shan't I?” said the lady, and opened her eyes.