Keith looked at her; a thoughtful expression came into his eyes. He noted the colour which came and went on her checks, the brightness of her brown eyes, the love light, too, which was all too visible, as those well-opened eyes fixed themselves on his face.
"Poor little girl!" he said to himself. Then he glanced at Mollie, and his heart beat quickly. "If only those two could exchange places!" he thought; "it would be easy then to—"
He checked the unfinished thought with a sigh which was scarcely perceptible.
"Where shall we go?" he said. He took out his watch. "Although it is out of the season, there is a passable concert at St. James's Hall, and you are so fond of music, Kit. What does Sister Mollie say?"
"Oh, please call me Mollie," said the elder girl.
"What would you like, Mollie?" he asked.
"The concert, by all means."
"We can take tickets at the door. We will go there, and afterwards have tea at my club."
"Delicious!" said Kitty. "You don't know, Mollie, what tea at Gavon's club is like. Only I do wish—"
"What, dear?"