“We! Who are we?” she asked quickly.
“Cis and I.”
“Cecil won’t go if I ask him to come with me,” she said confidently.
I shrugged my shoulders.
“Perhaps not. The more reason why I should.”
She turned away from me half amused, half vexed. Just then Cecil appeared, and she beckoned him eagerly to her side.
“Cecil, Mr. Morton tells me that you have promised to ride with Beatrice this morning,” she said.
“So we did,” he exclaimed. “Awfully sorry to disappoint her, but, of course, I didn’t know anything about the meet.”
“Oh, I am glad that you are not going to desert me, then,” she said, laughing. “Mr. Morton declares that he is going to keep his engagement.”
“Very good of him, if he is,” remarked Cecil, stirring his tea with great cheerfulness.