"Were you expecting me—Selina?"
"To-day?" She was quivering, blushing. The same sweet face, the same low voice, unchanged. "Ah, how could I tell it would be to-day?"
"I never wrote," he said, probing her.
"I did not expect it. As if there was any need of letters, my lord!"
He swung his cane by the gilt tassels, wondering how he should feel his way to her mood.
"My father is in the house," she said, "but you have come to see me."
"Naturally—to see you!" He gave his half excited, wholly charming laugh.
"We will remain out here. Come, I will take you to a place I love."
There was no embarrassment nor agitation in her manner; she was calm, unaffected in her welcome. Evidently she had been very sure of his coming.