“Tea!” exclaimed Elaine. “If you’ve got him into the tea habit, you can do what you want with him—he will eat out of your hand.”
“I never tried him with tea,” said Davila. “He chose a high ball the first time—so it’s been a high ball ever since.”
“With gratifying regularity?”
“I admit it!” laughed Davila.
Elaine sat down on the couch and put her arm about Davila.
“These awful men!” she said. “But we shall be good friends, better friends than ever, Davila, when you come to Northumberland to live.”
“That is just the question, Elaine,” was the quick answer; “whether I shall be given the opportunity, and whether I shall take it, if I am. I haven’t let it go so far, because I don’t feel sure of him. Until I do, I intend to keep tight hold on myself.”
“Do it—if you can. You’ll find it much the happier way.”
Just before luncheon, Macloud arrived.
“Bully for you!” was his greeting to Miss Cavendish. “I’m glad to see you here.”