She leant back in her chair and laughed. “You quaint, quaint child, Evangeline,” she said.
Just then it was twelve o’clock and Robert came in.
Oh! talk of hearts beating. If mine is going to go on jumping like this every time Robert enters a room, I shall get a disease in it in less than a year.
He looked too intensely attractive; he was not in London clothes, just serge things and a Guard’s tie, and his face was beaming, and his eyes shining like blue stars.
We behaved nicely; he only kissed my hand, and Lady Merrenden looked away at the clock even for that! She has tact!
“Isn’t my Evangeline a darling, Aunt Sophia? he said. “And don’t you love her red hair?”
“It is beautiful,” said Lady Merrenden.
“When you leave us alone I am going to pull it all down,” and he whispered, “darling, I love you,” so close, that his lips touched my ear, while he pretended he was not doing anything! I say again, Robert has ways which would charm a stone image.
“How was Torquilstone last night?” Lady Merrenden asked. “And did you tell him anything?”