She raised her beautiful eyes for an instant to mine.
“No,” she murmured; and all I could see of her averted face was one small crimson ear.
“I hope you will never be afraid when I am with you,” I said, pressing her arm gently to my side. She did not withdraw from me, only hung her head lower, so I went on bravely.
“These last forty-four hours have been the longest and most intolerable of my life!”
She elevated her eyebrows, and I thought I perceived a faint smile hovering around her lips.
“Indeed!”
“I hope you got some flowers I sent you yesterday?”
“Yes. Didn’t you receive my note thanking you for them? They were very beautiful!”
I loudly anathematised the post which had delayed so important a message.