"Oh, for goodness' sake, Dick, stop tramping up and down like a—a caged bear, and sit down—do!"
I obeyed; yet as I did so I saw her with the tail of my eye whip up the handkerchief and tuck it beneath the laces at her bosom.
"Lisbeth," said I, without turning my head, "why hide it—there?"
Her face flushed painfully, her lips quivered, and for a moment she could find no answer; then she tried to laugh it off.
"Because I—I wanted to, I suppose!"
"Obviously!" I retorted; and rising, bowed and turned to go.
"Stay a moment, Dick. I have something to tell you."
"Thank you, but I think I can guess."
"Can you?"
"Oh, yes."