“With pleasure. I will make them at you!” answered Felix.
“How much longer,” asked Eugenia, in a moment, “do you propose to remain in this lovely spot?”
Felix stared. “Do you want to go away—already?”
“‘Already’ is delicious. I am not so happy as you.”
Felix dropped into a chair, looking at the fire. “The fact is I am happy,” he said in his light, clear tone.
“And do you propose to spend your life in making love to Gertrude Wentworth?”
“Yes!” said Felix, smiling sidewise at his sister.
The Baroness returned his glance, much more gravely; and then, “Do you like her?” she asked.
“Don’t you?” Felix demanded.
The Baroness was silent a moment. “I will answer you in the words of the gentleman who was asked if he liked music: ‘Je ne la crains pas!’’”