“This fire, and these candles?”
“There, that is the end of my economies. I should have been so happy if they had been less miserable and more useful.”
As on the previous evening, they sat before the fire, and she began to talk of various things in order to distract him. But what their lips did not say, their eyes, on meeting, expressed with more intensity than words could do.
It was Saniel who suddenly betrayed his preoccupation.
“Your brother studied Caffie well,” he said, as if speaking to himself.
“He did, indeed!”
“He is certainly the most thorough rascal that I have ever met.”
“He proposed something infamous, I am sure.”
“He proposed that I should marry.”
“I suspected that.”