Sir Deryk did not look much elated. But he bowed to Jennifer.
"May that happiness be mine, madam?"
"Th—thank you," stammered Jennifer. "If you please!"
Sir Deryk bowed again and straightway forgot her existence.
"You wear my primroses, fairest!" he said to Cleone. "I scarce dared to hope so modest a posy would be so honoured."
Cleone glanced down at the pale yellow blooms.
"Oh, are they yours? I had forgot," she said cruelly.
"Ah, Cleone!"
Cleone raised her brows.
"My name, sir?"