She gave an uneasy laugh. “I’ve picked them out; they’re quite ready.”
“It’s awfully kind of you,” the young man hastened to say. “I’ll come and get them some day with pleasure.” He wasn’t very sure he would, but it was the least he could profess.
“She’ll tell you where I live, you know,” Lady Aurora went on with a movement of her head in the direction of the bed, as if she were too shy to mention it herself.
“Oh, I’ve no doubt she knows the way—she could tell me every street and every turn!” Hyacinth laughed.
“She has made me describe to her very often how I come and go,” his companion concurred. “I think few people know more about London than she. She never forgets anything.”
“She’s a wonderful little witch—she terrifies me!” he acknowledged.
Lady Aurora turned her modest eyes on him. “Oh, she’s so good, she’s so patient!”
“Yes, and so preternaturally wise and so awfully all there.”
“Ah, she’s immensely clever,” said her ladyship. “Which do you think the cleverer?”
“The cleverer?”