“Would you? He’s waiting so impatiently.”
“I’ll go at once.”
“He repeated to me what you told him. You didn’t tell us all.”
She blushed prettily, timid at sharing with him a secret in which her aunt for the moment was not included.
“Most everything,” he replied uneasily.
“You don’t mind because he told me?”
She feared that he might consider it in the light of a confidence betrayed.
“No,” he answered sincerely.
But lest she go further into the subject he turned abruptly and made his way again to the room of shadows.
Aunt Philomela at once faced her niece.