“Going to South Africa! What for?”
“I am going to look for Ernest. We are afraid that something must have happened to him.”
“O, don’t say that!” she said. “Perhaps he has—amusements which prevent his writing.”
“I may as well tell you that I saw something of what passed between you and Mr. Plowden.”
Again Eva blushed.
“Mr. Plowden was very rude,” she said.
“So I thought; but I think that he is sorry for it now!”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I nearly shook his ugly head off for him.”
“O, how could you?” Eva asked, severely; but there was no severity on her face.