“Certainly she is.”
“Because she behaved so oddly at Vauxhall?”
“That, and other reasons.”
“Well, I will tell you something,” said Arabella resolutely.
“I like her.”
He turned his head to look at her. “Indeed! I should not have thought that you had had time to make up your mind in the short while you were in her company.”
“As a matter of fact,” confided Miss Ravenscar, “I met her on another occasion. Don’t be cross!”
“I am not cross. Where did you meet her?”
She cast him a look, half-mischievous, half-deprecating. “I wanted to see her for myself. So I went to visit her at her home.”
“The devil you did!” he said. “And you decided that you liked her?”