He also knew that the reason she wanted him to ask her this question, was in order that she might have the delight of refusing to answer him, while keeping him in the expectancy of receiving an answer.
Such a delight would, of course, be a malicious one. But he knew that it would be a thoroughly womanly one, and he knew that Mrs. Mowbray was a thorough woman.
Therefore he laughed back at her and did not ask her anything—not even to take his arm out to her brougham.
Archie Brown did, and she took his arm, still looking over her shoulder at Harold.
It only needed that the lovely, wicked look should vanish in a sentence.
And it did.
The full lips parted, and the poise of the head was increased by perhaps the eighth part of an inch.
“‘A gray eye or so,’” she murmured.
Her laughter rang down the corridor.
“And the best of it all is, that no one can say a word against her character,” said Archie.