"This omnibus is marked 'Aldgate,'" she flew off. "Now that makes me think of Aldgate Pump. I wonder if it goes near the Pump?"
Wyndham jumped on the foot-board, and put the question to the conductor.
"We pass within a yard of it," was the reply.
"Good," said Wyndham. The omnibus drew up, and Lady Betty mounted the stairway, and they seated themselves on the roof.
"Look!" he exclaimed. "The clouds are suddenly breaking; it will be all blue and sunshine soon."
"A grey ghostly blue, a cold, charming sunshine."
"Yet the promise is splendid after all this winter."
"The promise is splendid," she echoed; "and we are so happy to-day."
"We are so happy," he repeated.
He let himself lapse into a dreamy mood; he was enchanted to have her so near him, to feel the afternoon and evening stretching endlessly before them—a veritable lifetime of golden moments. Lady Betty's manner offered a marked contrast. Hers was a frank exhilaration, an excited gaiety, of which he had the full impression; though she kept it in a low key, like love's whisper intended for his ear alone. Soon, as he had predicted, the sky grew bluer, the sunshine warmer; the traffic and the bustle of the streets were cheerfully pleasant to the eye and the ear in the fresh day.