Verty sighs.
"Yes," he returns.
Redbud smiles.
"And I was scolding you for replying to papa's question," she adds.
Verty sighs again, and says:
"I believe you were right; I don't think I could have told them what we were talking about."
"Why?" asks the young girl.
"We were talking about you," says Verty, gazing at Redbud tenderly; "and you will think me very foolish," adds Verty, with a tremor in his voice; "but I was asking Mr. Roundjacket if he thought you could—love—me—O, Redbud—"
Verty is interrupted by the appearance of Miss Lavinia.
Redbud turns away, blushing, and overwhelmed with confusion.