“Oh no, Justin.”
He took her hand, awkwardly, through the bars of the gate, with that look of boyish, embarrassed kindliness that could always make Laura, at least, give and forgive him anything.
“I say, old girl—it is all right? You are pleased too? You think it’s a good idea?”
“The expedition?”
“Oh—that too! But this notion of our getting married?”
She looked up at him.
“It’s made me awfully happy, Justin.”
“Has it? Good. That’s right. So it has me. And so it will Mother. I say, I ought to be home by now—telling her. It must be near tea-time too. You’re coming round tonight, aren’t you?”
“I was—before——”
“Good! Come along early.”