“And well I might, when you were flirting in that disgraceful way all the evening.”
“Oh, Dick!” exclaimed Eve, reproachfully; and the tears stood in her eyes.
“Well, so you were,” he cried, “abominably. If anybody else had been here, they would have said that you were engaged to be married to that cad of a parson, instead of to me.”
The tears were falling now as Eve laid her hand upon her cousin’s shoulder.
“Dick, dear,” she whispered; “don’t talk to me like that; it hurts me.”
“Serve you right,” he growled.
“If I have done anything to annoy you to-night, dear, it was done in all innocence. But you don’t—you can’t mean it.”
“Indeed, but I do,” he growled, half turning his back.
Mrs Glaire was sitting with her back to them, and still kept busy over her work.
“I am so sorry, Dick—dear Dick,” Eve said, resting her head on the young man’s shoulder. “Don’t be angry with me, Dick.”