‘Now, Susan! As if you aren’t clever enough to know that Katherine delights in nothing so much as young people—she’s quite as young as the youngest herself—and that she will be only too pleased to see a sister of yours.’
There is emphasis on the last word.
‘You think that she likes me?’ Susan’s tone is anxious.
‘I think she has fallen in love with you.’ She smiles happily and moves a step away. But his voice checks her: ‘Not the only one either, Susan.’
‘Oh, not Captain Lennox again! I have had one lecture.’ Susan looks really saucy, for once in her life, and altogether delightful, as she defies him from under her big straw hat.
‘No. I was thinking of——’
‘Yes?’—gaily.
‘Never mind.’
He turns and walks away, and Susan, laughing to herself at his inability to accuse her further, runs down the little avenue to her home. There is a rush from the lawn as she comes in sight.
‘Oh, there you are, Susan!’