“I am sure of it,” said Godfrey. “Perhaps, indeed,” he added with a little hesitation, “I understand more about what you feel than you think. Not that I think you are selfish, dear Nina. I think you one of the most unselfish people I ever knew, and,”—he hesitated still more this time—“he will be a happy man who wins you.”
Nina’s face was crimson by now. But she stood by her cousin a moment longer. He was leaving the next morning, and it might be her last chance of seeing him alone.
“Then I am to do what I can, and, in a sort of way, to report progress. You will come down again in two or three weeks?”
“Yes, and in the meantime I shall see Arthur;” and then he released her hand and she ran upstairs to take off her hat.
“Have you had a nice walk, dear?” said Lettice, who was waiting in their room.
“Very,” said Nina heartily.
“I think you and Godfrey are getting to understand each other wonderfully,” lattice remarked.
“Yes?” said Nina, with a happy little laugh.
“I almost think so too;” and Lettice, observing the flush on her face, congratulated herself on her generalship.
“She is evidently forgetting all about Philip Dexter,” she thought. “How pretty she looks! How nice it must be to be so sweet and attractive; not hard, and cold, and repellent, like me. But it is forced on me.”