"My dearest," he said, and kissed her.
And then there was silence for a little.
"And your plans," he said at last—"your immediate plans, I mean? You go to Lady Nottingham's in town now, don't you?"
"Yes; and you? Will you be in town?"
A smile just smouldered in his eyes.
"Well, just possibly," he said. "I hope we may meet now and then. She has asked me down to Bray the day after to-morrow for Whitsuntide. Shall I go?"
Jeannie laughed.
"I won't pretend not to know what that means," she said. "It means to ask whether I am going. What shall we do? I suppose the house will be full, whereas we might have a sort of dear little desert island all to ourselves if we stopped in town, as everybody will be away. I should not object to that in the least. But, Victor, if Alice wants me, I think I had better go down with her. There aren't really any people in the world except you and me, but they think there are." Her brown eyes softened again. "I think that is an ungrateful and selfish speech of mine," she said. "I am sorry; I don't deserve my friends."
"I like the ungrateful and selfish speech," said he.
"Then I present you with it. Yes, I think we had better go down there. I long to see Alice again, and Daisy. Dear Daisy, have you seen her lately?"