“To please you—I'll leave it over another year.”
“You think that's better than letting?”
“I don't like the thought of some outsider there. Time enough to come to that if we must. Take it as my Christmas present.”
Lady Valleys, rather flushed, bent forward and kissed his ear.
It was at this moment that little Ann had entered.
When she was gone, and they had exchanged that dubious look, Lady Valleys said:
“I came about Babs. I don't know what to make of her since we came up. She's not putting her heart into things.”
Lord Valleys answered almost sulkily:
“It's the heat probably—or Claud Harbinger.” In spite of his easy-going parentalism, he disliked the thought of losing the child whom he so affectionately admired.
“Ah!” said Lady Valleys slowly, “I'm not so sure.”