Somers looked at her quickly, a smile round his eyes, and a curious, smiling devil inside them, cold as ice.
“Oh yes, he minds. Don’t take any notice of his pretence. He’s only in a bad temper,” cried Harriet. “I know him by now. He’s been in a temper for days.”
“Oh, why?” cried Victoria. “I thought he was lovely this afternoon when he was here.”
“Yes,” said Harriet grimly. “Lovely! You should live with him.”
But again Victoria looked at his clear, fixed face, with the false smile round the eyes, and her fascination did not diminish.
“What an excellent Welsh rarebit,” he said. “If there were a little red pepper.”
“Red pepper!” cried Victoria. “There is!” And she sprang up to get it for him. As she handed it to him he looked into her dilated, dark bright eyes, and thanked her courteously. When he was in this state his voice and tone in speaking were very melodious. Of course it set Harriet on edge. But Victoria stood fluttering with her hands over the table, bewildered.
“What are you feeling for?” asked Jack.
She only gave a little blind laugh, and remembered that she was going to sit down. So she sat down, and then wondered what it was she was going to do after that.
“So you don’t cotton on to Kangaroo either?” said Jack easily.