The delicate, tapering fingers trembled a little in his hold, and tremulous lips parted in the shyest and most adorable smile that he had ever seen.
"Indeed, sir, we are already acquainted. I am not like to forget my rescuer."
"I am happy to think that I was able to be of some service to you, mademoiselle. Believe me, it was an honour to fight in your cause." His eyes were on the fascinating dimple that played about her mouth.
"'Tis very kind of you to say so, sir. I fear we greatly incommoded you—and—" She made a gesture towards his sling.
"That, mademoiselle, is less than nothing. All the obligation is on my side."
Miss Betty bustled forward.
"Now that will do! I never heard such a foolish set of compliments! You are looking tired, Mr. Carr; come into the garden and rest."
Salter stepped forward, but Diana stayed him with uplifted finger.
"If Mr. Carr will accept my arm?" she hazarded.
Jack flushed.