"Of whom then?"
She fixes her eyes full on his—eyes merry with mischief.
"Oh, I don't know," says he confusedly.
"Of my husband?"
"Mrs. Chichester, I don't think——"
"That's right," says she, rising and slipping her arm into his. "Never think; it's about the most foolish thing anyone can do. _I _never think. I only wait; waiting is full of promise."
CHAPTER XXII.
HOW RYLTON ASKS HIS WIFE TO TREAD A MEASURE WITH HIM, AND HOW THE FATES WEAVE A LITTLE MESH FOR TITA'S PRETTY FEET.
"Will you give me this dance, Tita?" asks Sir Maurice, going up to his wife.
Tita is standing in a recess near the window. The window is wide open, and filled at each corner with giant ferns in pots.