"And he brought it himself, yesterday morning, tied with snowdrops. I don't know how he got them, for they are over, are they not, Clo? But there they were, with the prettiest verse you can imagine. It said my eyes were twin pools of grey! Isn't that beautiful?"
Cleone jerked one shoulder.
"It is not very original," she said.
"Don't you like it?" asked Jennifer reproachfully.
Cleone was ashamed of her flash of ill-humour.
"Yes, dear, of course I do. So Mr. Jettan brought it to you himself, did he?"
"Indeed, yes! And stayed a full hour, talking to Papa and to me. What do you think? He has begged me to be sure and dance with him on Wednesday! Is it not kind of him?"
"Very," said Cleone dully.
"I cannot imagine why he should want them," Jennifer prattled on. "Jamie says he is at Mistress Nutley's feet. Is she very lovely, Clo?"
"I don't know. Yes, I suppose she is."