He looked at her with the half irritable, half sensitive expression that she knew so well.
'Of course,' said Lucy, hurriedly. 'It was much best.'
She rose and stooped over Eleanor.
'Dear!—It is getting late. I think I ought to call the carriage.'
'Let me,' said Manisty, biting his lip.
'Thank you,' said Lucy, formally. 'The coachman understood we should want him at seven.'
When he came back, Lucy went into the house to fetch some wraps.
Eleanor opened her eyes, which were singularly animated and smiling.
'Listen!'
He stooped.