"I like that," says she. "Well, at all events, by your own showing, you didn't say no."
CHAPTER XXVIII.
HOW TITA RECEIVES A BASKET OF FLOWERS AND AN ENTREATY; AND HOW SHE CEASES TO FIGHT AGAINST HER DESTINY.
It is quite early, barely eleven o'clock, and a most lovely morning. Tita and Margaret, who have just settled down in the latter's boudoir, presumably to write their letters, but actually to have a little gossip, are checked by the entrance of a servant, who brings something to Tita and lays it on the table beside her.
"With Sir Maurice Rylton's compliments," says the servant.
"What is it?" says Tita, when he has gone, with the air of one who instinctively knows, but would prefer to go on guessing about it.
"Not dynamite, assuredly," says Margaret. "What a delightful basket!"
"What can be inside it?"
"The best way to find that out is to open it," says Margaret, with abominable briskness. "Shall I cut these pretty ribbons, or will you?"
"No, don't cut them," says Tita quickly.