A sigh of satisfaction and a settling down again.
I turned and smiled into my pillow. It was so exactly the sort of thing Bettina used to do when she was in the nursery—punishing her toys when things went wrong.
What a blessing, I said to myself, that I was coming to like Ranny Dallas. For, quite certainly, he was going to be my brother-in-law.
CHAPTER XIII
THE CLOUD AGAIN
The very next day Ranny Dallas went away to shoot somewhere in the North.
Bettina did not hide from me how unhappy she was.
"Perhaps he will write," I said.
"He isn't the sort that writes—not even when he's friends with a person." Then, with a rather miserable laugh, Betty added: "He says he can't spell."
So I gathered that she had asked him to try.
And I gathered, too, that Hermione made light of the disagreement at the ball. She predicted that he'd be wanting to come back in a week or two, and Betty would find he had forgotten about the Battle of the Boyne.