“No!” flashed the girl, unexpectedly. “I am going to bed.”
“That’s sensible. We will enjoy our sleep to-night in a real bed.”
But Isabelle was not thinking of sleep!
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The next morning floated in upon Isabelle’s senses, warm and fragrant. She felt that this was to be one of the most important days of her life. She loved and she was loved at last! It never entered her head that there could be any doubt of Captain O’Leary’s feelings for her. He had called her, tenderly, “little moonbeam,” and in one long rapturous dance it had come to them that the meaning of life was love.
She dressed in a daze of happiness, in the knowledge that presently she was to see him again. How would they meet? Where? What would the odious Darlington woman say when she knew that “the surly little thing” had captured her captain?
She took great pains with her toilet, stared at herself long in the glass. She wished she were beautiful, like Mrs. Darlington, or Max. He deserved the most radiant creature in the world! How could he care for a plain mite like herself? Did he?