"Now, don't you feel better?" asks Molly, placing her two fingers beneath his chin, and turning his still rather angry face toward her.
"I do," replies he; and a smile creeping up into his eyes slays the chagrin that still lingers there, but half perdu.
"And—are you happy?"
"Very."
"Intensely happy?"
"Yes."
"So much so that you could not be more so?"
"Yes," replies he again, laughing, and slipping his arm round her waist. "And you?" tenderly.
"Oh, I'm all right!" says Miss Massereene, with much graciousness, but rather disheartening vivacity. "And now begin, Teddy, and tell me all about Herst Royal and its inmates. First, is it a pretty place?"
"It is a magnificent place. But for its attractions, and his twenty thousand pounds a year, I don't believe your grandfather would be known by any one; he is such a regular old bear. Yet he is fond of society, and is never content until he has the house crammed with people, from garret to basement, to whom he makes himself odiously disagreeable whenever occasion offers. I have an invitation there for September and October."