“Do you really mean it?”
“Entirely.” They strolled on, arranging times and seasons, Constance throwing herself into the scheme with a joyous and childlike zest.
“Mind you—I shall make you work!” he said firmly.
“Rather! May Nora come too?—if she wishes? I like Nora!”
“Does that mean—”
“Only that Alice doesn’t like me!” she said with a frank smile. “But I agree—my uncle is a dear.”
“And I hear you are going to ride?”
“Yes. Mr. Falloden has found me a horse and groom.”
“When did you come to know Mr. Falloden? I don’t remember anybody of that name at the Barberini.”
She explained carelessly.