“At last!” he cried, and had to check his exultation. “I thought I should never be allowed to speak to you alone!”
“After yesterday you could scarcely complain of that difficulty.” Anne was smiling, her eyes were half-shut.
“Yesterday!” He made an impatient gesture.
She asked whether it was so long ago?
“Half a lifetime,” he answered boldly, and had a wild fancy that a tremulous colour just crept into her cheek. But she hastened to inquire whether he did not find the scenery very fine?
“I have not seen it.”
“Where have your eyes been?”
“On my heart,” would have been a true answer. He pressed it back and muttered, “I have been wanting to say a word, but Hugh monopolised you.”
“Your friend. You should have been satisfied. But tell me what you wanted so much to say?”
“You heard his greeting. Did you imagine that I had told him to come out?”