"And he'll never give it."
Toby felt depressed at this, and followed Mrs. Belswin meekly to the couple at the sun-dial. The said couple, both nervous and flushed, to all appearances having been talking--Chinese metaphysics.
"Kaituna, don't you think these gentlemen would like some afternoon tea?" said Mrs. Belswin sweetly.
"I dare say they would," replied Kaituna with great composure. "What do you say, Mr. Clendon?"
She did not address herself to Archie, who stood sulkily by the dial following the figures with his finger. Toby glanced from one to the other, saw they were both embarrassed, and promptly made up his mind how to act.
"I'm afraid we won't have time, Miss Pethram," he, replied, glancing at his watch. "It's nearly four, and we have some distance to walk."
"Well, if you won't have tea you will take a glass of wine," said Mrs. Belswin, looking at Archie; then, without waiting for a reply, she made him follow her, and walked towards the house.
Toby followed with Kaituna, and surely never were maid or man more unsuited to each other. He was bold, she was shy. He talked, she remained silent, till they were in the drawing-room, and then the feminine element broke forth.
"Mr. Clendon," she said, in a whisper.
"Yes! speak low if you speak love."