“Not till I’ve done,” he said, with a half laugh. “Look here, Eve, dear; you are not such a little silly as to think that I know where Daisy is, or that I took her away?”
“Tell me, on your word of honour, Richard, that you don’t know where she is,” said Eve, simply, “and I shall believe you.”
“’Pon my word of honour, I don’t know where she is; and I didn’t take her away; and I didn’t send her away; and I don’t care a fig where she is, and if I never see her again.”
“Richard!”
“There now, are you satisfied?” he cried.
“I believe you, Richard,” she said, ceasing to resist, but sitting back in the garden seat, and looking dreamily away.
“That’s all right, then,” he said. “Well, then, now we can talk about when the wedding is to be.”
“No, no, Richard; not now, not now,” she cried piteously, as she strove once more to get away.
“But we will, though,” said the young man, flushing at her resistance. “It’s all been settled long enough that you were to be my wife, so let’s have none of your ‘not nows,’ miss.”
“Let me go into the house, please, Richard,” said Eve, coldly.