"We shall, indeed. But remember,"—kindly,—"he has promised to return to us at Christmas with Taffy."
"I do remember," gayly; "but for that, I feel I should give way to tears."
Here Lady Chetwoode lays her hand upon the girl's shoulder, and presses it gently, entreatingly.
"Do not reject Guy's counsel, child," she says, softly; "you know he always speaks for your good."
Lilian makes no reply, but, gracefully turning her head, lays her red lips upon the gentle hand that still rests upon her shoulder.
Then Lady Chetwoode leaves the room, and Lilian and her guardian are alone. An ominous silence follows her departure. Lilian, who has abandoned the unhappy sock, has now taken in hand a very valuable Dresden china cup, and is apparently examining it with the most profound interest.
"I have your promise not to go again to The Cottage?" asks Sir Guy at length, the exigency of the case causing his persistency.
"I think not."
"Why will you persist in this obstinate refusal?" angrily.
"For many reasons," with a light laugh. "Shall I tell you one? Did you ever hear of the 'relish of being forbidden?'"