“And you shall paint,” said she.
“And you shall be my model this time. It’s my turn,” he added, looking at her with a laugh. For Mrs Lascelles had heard his explanation, learnt how what began in thoughtless good-nature ended in sober earnest, and how Everitt had known nothing of their coming abroad, but, growing weary of Auvergne, had hurried down to the coast of Brittany, hoping to find an incitement to work. Instead of which he found—something else!
“How shall I explain to Bell and Mary?” cried Kitty.
“You need not. I wrote to Jack to-day, and that will do it all.”
“Already!” she said, with a blush.
He held her from him, and for a moment stood looking down into her sweet eyes.
“My darling,” he said, “I should like the whole world to know to-day how much I love you?”
The End.