She could tell him truthfully; a moment sooner and she couldn't have. 'I was thinking,' she said, 'that you are my heart.'
'Take care of your heart then, won't you?' said Wemyss.
'We both will,' said Lucy.
'Of course,' said Wemyss. 'That's understood. Why state it?'
She was silent a minute. Then she said, 'Isn't it nearly tea-time?'
'By Jove, yes,' he exclaimed, pulling out his watch. 'Why, long past. I wonder what that fool—get up, little Love—' he brushed her off his lap—'I'll ring and find out what she means by it.'
Lucy was sorry she had said anything about tea. However, he didn't keep his finger on the bell this time, but rang it normally. Then he stood looking at his watch.
She put her arm through his. She longed to say, 'Please don't scold her.'
'Take care,' he said, his eyes on his watch. 'Don't shake me——'
She asked what he was doing.