"Yes, yes," replied Phil absently, working at a white heat.
Eliza withdrew with quiet celerity. The errand she required was to be performed at a distance, and she was so nervous while she gave Pat directions that he grinned at her.
"Ye're thinkin' about thim!" he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the terrace.
Eliza's eyes widened. "Why in the world should I think about them?" she asked, all the time tolling Pat away toward the farmhouse.
"I cud look at 'em from now till Christmas sittin' there," he responded. "I don't blame ye."
"I haven't asked you about the turtle doves," said Phil, sketching in Kathleen's hands.
"They believe themselves the happiest people in the world, and perhaps they are. Violet has really convinced me that she is the right girl for Edgar. A meek one would have little chance."
"They're coming up here, I suppose."
"Oh, yes. Edgar can't get his vacation from the church quite yet, and she'll not come till he can."