'Did I show it?'
She was growing a little suspicious, but this cunning touch of lover-like interest dispersed the shade.
'To me you did.'
'It was unpardonable to let it be seen.'
'No one else could have observed it.'
Her woman's heart was thrilled; for she had concealed the dejection from Emma.
'It was nothing,' she said; 'a knot in the book I am writing. We poor authors are worried now and then. But you?'
His face rippled by degrees brightly, to excite a reflection in hers.
'Shall I tune you with good news? I think it will excuse me for coming back.'
'Very good news?'