I thought hard and fast. If I were in Aunt Tommy's place I mightn't want a man to know I cried about him, but I was quite sure I'd rather have him know than have him stay away because he didn't know. So I spoke right up.
"No, I don't, Mr. Richmond; Aunt Tommy does care—you just ask her. She cries every blessed night because you never come to Owlwood."
"Oh, Elizabeth!" said Dick.
He got up and stalked about the room again.
"You'll come back?" I said.
"Yes," he answered.
I drew a long breath. It was such a responsibility off my mind.
"Then you'd better come down with me right off," I said, "for Pinky Carewe had her out driving last night and I want a stop put to that as soon as possible. Even if he is rich he's a perfect pig."
Dick got his hat and came. We walked up the road in lovely creamy yellow twilight and I was, oh, so happy.
"Isn't it just like a novel?" I said.