She gayly laughed, but her cheek was scarlet.
“Rather than that, Mr. Ormiston, I will even see him tonight. You will find me here when you come.”
“You will not run away again, will you?” said Ormiston, looking at her doubtfully. “Excuse me; but you have a trick of doing that, you know.”
Again she laughed merrily.
“I think you may safely trust me this time. Are you going?”
By way of reply, Ormiston took his hat and started for the door. There he paused, with his hand upon it.
“How long have you known Sir Norman Kingsley?” was his careless, artful question.
But Leoline, tapping one little foot on the floor, and looking down at it with hot cheeks and humid ayes, answered not a word.