"We—we can't help it, Ted," Nell said shakily.
"No."
He walked over to the window and looked out. There was a little silence. Then suddenly she laughed out, an excited, wild little laugh.
"Oh, I know it's true! I know it is! We shall go home—Denis, don't you feel it? Ted, it's all you—all you, Teddie! You'll come with us. You'll climb the hills with us—you'll love our home—" Her voice broke.
Ted grew very red; he turned his back on her, and spoke, in a tone of elaborate unconcern, to Denis.
"Thought you might come round to Bumpus's, old man, with me, about that book—"
"Oh, hang Bumpus! Hang the book!" Denis interpolated.
Nell's charming face, laughing, was poked suddenly close to Ted's.
"I'm not going to cry, Teddie! D'you think I'd repay you like that? And I won't even try to thank you—"
"Nothing to thank me for," he interposed.