“If you do, I’ll never speak to you again—nor Elizabeth either,” she added, with something far too delicate to be called a wink—and yet—
Andy blushed.
“Of course—if you’d rather not——”
Then he remembered he had said that to Elizabeth about the parrot secret, and blushed still more deeply, and could have kicked himself for blushing at all.
Norah’s lips curled in that odd little smile of hers that did not show her teeth, and her eyes twinkled maliciously.
“I should be greatly annoyed, and I’m sure you wouldn’t annoy me for the world, would you, Mr. Deane?”
“N-no,” said Andy, puzzled what on earth she was driving at.
But if he had been behind the two sisters as they walked up the drive to their own house that evening he might have felt enlightened—or he might not.
“It was fun at Gaythorpe Vicarage, wasn’t it?” said Norah blandly.
“Yes,” said Elizabeth. “Are you going to Bardswell to-morrow or——”