“Where shall we go?” he said when they stood for a moment in the conservatory, into which the big dining room opened.
“Do you really mean it?” said Nora.
“Mean what, dear?”
“To talk to me about—about my letter? Do you mean it?”
“Certainly I do, and there is no time like the present. Come—where shall we go?”
“Where we can be alone; where none of the prim English can interrupt.”
“Nora, you must not be so prejudiced. We are not so bad as all that.”
“Oh, I know it. I wish you were bad; it's because you are so awfully good that I hate—I mean, that I cannot get on with any of you.”
“Poor child! you are a little wild creature. Come into my study; we shall be quite safe from interruption there.”