"No, it was sweet to wait."
"Then you are not displeased with me?"
She laughed softly.
"How could I be displeased with you?"
The Earl blushed slowly.
"Ye abash me, Selina. Ye should be saying this to a better man."
Again Miss Boyle laughed.
"Oh, my dear, my dear!"
She put her hand quickly to her heart, to her lips, and rose, turning from him.
"I have something to show you—something still to say to you."