“Val—here, will blue do?—Val, do you think Owen is falling in love with you?”
“I don’t know. Well, to be honest, I think he is.”
“So do I.”
“That’s Lucilla going up to bed. How early they are tonight.”
They heard the Canon’s voice upon the stairs outside.
“Good-night to you, my dear daughter. May God have you in His keeping!”
Then came a gentle tap upon the bedroom door.
“Not too prolonged a conference, little girls! I have sent Lucilla to seek her bed.”
“Good-night, father,” they chorused.
“Good-night to you, my dear children. Good-night, and may God bless you.”