“My dear child, how inquisitive you are! I thought you liked secrets.”
“Yes, when one is in them. I told you I should be jealous.”
“Of Ursula! How ridiculous! Utterly absurd! Ursula!”
“Well, I dare say I shall often be absurd. At any rate, Gerard, you would please me by not calling her ‘Ursula.’ She is not a relation of yours.”
“But I have known her all my life. I used to drag her in a go-cart.”
“I know. And it seems to me you behave very strangely for people who have always been intimate. You seem suddenly afraid of each other since this afternoon.”
“I am afraid of—that is, bored by—every girl but one since this afternoon. I am exceedingly bored by the prospect before me to-night. Don’t let’s spoil the one hour of happiness left us.”
“The one hour! How tragic that sounds!” she laughed.
“To-morrow we will go down to the Manor-house; there will be more hours there in the moonlight on the terrace. Say again that you love me, Nellie.”