“Mrs. Royce must have posted it!” said Lexy. “I wrote it, but I didn’t mean it to be sent to you unless something happened to me.”
“Enough has happened to you already!”
“More things are going to happen,” said she. “Lots more!”
It suddenly occurred to her that the proper moment had come for withdrawing her hands from Mr. Houseman’s firm grasp. Indeed, she thought the proper moment might already have passed, and a warm color came into her cheeks.
The young man flushed a little himself.
“I didn’t mean to call you that,” he said; “but Caroline used to write a lot about you, and she always called you ‘Lexy,’ so I got into the way of thinking of you—like that.”
“I don’t mind,” Lexy conceded.
There was a moment’s silence.
“Charles is my name,” he observed.
Another silence.