"Yes, that was the idea."
"Well, then there's precious little time." He was threading a way through the shrubberies to a half-concealed garden bench.
"I've been wanting your advice, Gavan. The fact is,"—he smiled as he made the confession—"I don't know quite where I am."
"I should have thought you must be in a happier place than most mortals." Napier sat down on a half-concealed wooden seat.
Julian joined him with an eager, "What makes you say that?"
"Well, it must be plain to the blindest she is very fond of you."
"You think she is?" He sat wondering. Then he presented the grievance closest to hand. "She wouldn't let me kiss her just now, and I've been away three whole days."
"She has let you before?"
"Yes."
"As if she was in love with you?"