“Don’t you find this place dull?” said Rolph.
“Dull? oh dear no,” cried Lucy, looking brightly up in his face, and recalling at the same time that this must be at least the tenth time she had answered this question.
“I wish you’d let my mother call upon you, and you’d come up to the Hall a little oftener, Miss Alleyne, ’pon my honour I do.”
“Why, I do come as often as I am asked, Captain Rolph,” said Lucy with a mischievous look in her eyes.
“Do you, though? Well, never mind, come oftener.”
“Why?” said Lucy, with an innocent look of wonder in her round eyes.
“Why? because I want to see you, you know. It’s precious dull there sometimes.”
“What, with Glynne there?” cried Lucy.
“Oh yes, sometimes. She reads so much.”
“Fie, Captain Rolph!”