“I am not surprised.”
“I am sending her out of the Park.”
“If you hadn’t, I should,” said Irving.
“It’s scarcely a case for your assistance,” returned Mr. Derwent dryly. “But I wish to say that I appreciate your refraining from approaching her just now.”
Irving thought of the white dove that had clung to his breast.
“You showed good taste,” went on Mr. Derwent, “and an appreciation of the fact that this is a case where ‘the least said, the soonest mended,’ applies.”
“Quite so,” answered Irving equably; and Mr. Derwent, once more nodding approval of him, went into the house.
What a drive it was that morning for Rosalie! Betsy had wrapped around her, beneath her coat, a woolly “fascinator” of her own, and even without it, it is doubtful if the girl would have recognized temperature. Every little creature of the woods, as it came fearlessly from its covert, seemed to congratulate her on being alive with them; like them safe from being hunted, free to love, to work.
Arrived at Norris for luncheon, who should come to wait on her at table but Miss Hickey.
The young woman stood above the blonde girl’s chair, and impersonally called the menu to whomever it might concern.