Miss Sterling blushed. "Not much—a little," she admitted. "Once—for a long minute—I was afraid the 'Dragon' was going to catch me!"
"But she didn't! I am proud of you!" He grasped the hand that rested on the arm of her chair.
She pulled away and ran across the room. "I'm going to sit here!" she announced, smiling to him. To hold her hand that way—when at any moment Mrs. Dudley might appear!
He surveyed her with amusement. "Was that an unforgivable sin?" he twinkled.
"M—no," demurely. "The Doctor may come."
"He won't come in at the window," he laughed. "Don't you think you are a little unkind, when I have been so far away all day and haven't had a glimpse of you since last night?"
"You can see me just as well over here. There have been other days when you have not seen me." A mischievous light gleamed in her eyes.
"It wasn't my fault," he smiled. "I tried pretty hard to see you!"
She went back, blushing like a school-girl.
"Thank you! I'll be good! I can't realize that you are coming to make my lonely home such a place of delight!"