"If you would be so good," he said to her dryly; then their eyes met, and they both laughed light-heartedly.
"I hope you enjoyed the sail the other day. I meant to ask you about it yesterday afternoon."
"Thoroughly. Your songs were particularly delightful."
Jean blushed, and answered in some confusion:
"They were very foolish. I really hope you will forgive our absurd behavior."
"Charming folly needs no apology," Jean found the glance he gave her a trifle disconcerting.
"But pray, Mr. Farr, do not——" she began, and hesitated.
"Do not what?" he interrogated, with a faint show of eagerness.
"Do not allow your soup to grow cold," she finished, with a merry glance at him from under her long lashes.
"While you are in Hetherford," spoke Nathalie across the table to Dudley, "you should make a point of going up to the cemetery. There are some epitaphs there a hundred years old, and they are so funny."