“Do you?”
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, nestling up to her companion, and letting him draw her nearer, till her shiny little head rested against his breast.
“Yes, Harry, I like it—it sounds so brave and manly of him. Harry, dear, can’t you make James Magnus fall in love with Julie?”
“No.”
“You can’t!”
“No, Cynthy. Shall I tell you a secret?”
“I thought there were to be no secrets between us, Harry,” said the maiden, archly.
“Of course not. Well, little one, I think—no, I’m almost sure—that he has fallen in love with her already, without any making.”
“Oh, Harry, dear, how delightful. Here, I must go and tell her.”
“Not for the world, darling.”