“I am sorry that you are going away without coming to see me again. You are not displeased with me, I hope, for asking you this, or for any other reason? I am foolish enough to feel a little lonely sometimes. Will you take me out again when you come back?—Your affectionate ward, Juliet.”
Juliet went out and posted her letter. On the way back she met Aynesworth.
“Come and sit in the Park for a few minutes,” he begged.
She turned and walked by his side willingly enough.
“Have you been in to see me?” she asked.
“Yes!” he answered. “I have some tickets for the Haymarket for tonight. Do you think we could persuade Mrs. Tresfarwin to come?”
“I’m sure we could,” she answered, laughing. “Hannah never wants any persuading. How nice of you to think of us!”
“I am afraid,” he answered, “that I think of you a good deal.”
“Then I think that that also is very nice of you!” she declared.
“You like to be thought of?”