“If I didn’t know you, Bab,” she observed, “I would say that you are rouged.”
I became very stiff and distant at that. For Jane, although my best friend, had no right to be suspicous of me.
“How do I look changed?” I demanded.
“I don’t know. You—Bab, I beleive you are up to some mischeif!”
“Mischeif?”
“You don’t need to pretend to me,” she went on, looking into my very soul. “I have eyes. You’re not decked out this way for me.”
I had meant to tell her nothing, but spying just then a man ahead who walked like Adrian, I was startled. I cluched her arm and closed my eyes.
“Bab!” she said.
The man turned, and I saw it was not he. I breathed again. But Jane was watching me, and I spoke out of an overflowing Heart.
“For a moment I thought—Jane, I have met the One at last.”