She looked up, but meeting that devouring gaze, looked down again.
"Not all of you," he added. "Your father disapproves of me, your eldest brother detests me, and your aunt distrusts me. It's only you and Frank who have been my friends."
Frank was her soldier brother, and Jean adored him. She thought she could never care for any one but a soldier, till she encountered art and Lucas Vernon.
"Yes, Frank certainly does like you very much indeed," she said warmly.
"Don't you?"
"Yes," she answered firmly.
He smiled and bent towards her.
"Your hand on it!"
She held out her hand, and he took it and kept it.