Instantly Harry, whose eyes had previously been quite empty of expression, glanced at the letter wistfully.
Shall I tell you?”
“Yes, do.”
“It’s to somebody I love.”
“Are you in love then?” was his disconcerted rejoinder.
“Am I not married?”
“Yes; but every woman that’s married isn’t in love with her husband, you know.”
“Oh! Don Juan of the provinces!” she cried, holding the seal of the letter before him in playful reproof. “Fie!”
“Come! who is it?” Harry burst out.
“I am not, surely, obliged to confess my correspondence to you? Remember!” she laughed lightly. “He already assumes the airs of a lord and master! You are rapid, Mr. Harry.”