“You are a good Samaritan, Doll. I’ve got such a head! perhaps the tea will make it better.”
She smiled as she gave it to him; had she spoken what was in her mind, she would have answered that she had “such a heart.”
He drank the tea, and apparently felt better for it, for presently he asked her, in comparatively cheerful tones, how she liked the dance.
“O, very well, thank you, Ernest: how did you like it?”
“O, awfully! I say, Doll!”
“Yes, Ernest.”
“Isn’t she lovely?”
“Who, Ernest?”
“Who! why, Eva Ceswick, of course.”
“Yes, Ernest, she is very lovely.”