"You are hot, my love. Open the window."
Cleone obeyed, cooling her cheeks against the glass panes.
"How very shy that child is!" remarked my lady.
"Jenny? Yes. Very, is she not?"
"I thought Sir Deryk might have noticed her a little more than he did."
"He had no chance, had he? She was quite monopolised."
Her ladyship cast a shrewd glance towards the back of Cleone's head. She smiled unseen.
"Well, my love, to turn to other matters, which is it to be—Philip or Sir Deryk?"
Cleone started.
"What do you mean, Aunt? Which is it to be?"