"A fly in the ointment, after all?" asked Lady Elizabeth, smiling so that one knew there was none in hers.
"Only something I remembered. I want——"
"Won't ask, shan't have," said Lady Elizabeth.
"Will Sir Randal Bellamy be here to lunch?" asked the girl.
"I hope so, my dear. He's with Dick—or was—sitting on the bed to keep him down till the doctor came. He's like a hen with one chick over that brother of his."
And Lady Elizabeth Bruffin laughed.
"I think it's—it's beautiful," said Amaryllis, with a shade of indignation in her voice.
"Yes—quite. That's why I laughed."
"I know," replied the girl, unwrinkling her forehead. "I often want to laugh for that." And then, after a moment's pause, she added: "Please, I want to speak to Sir Randal for a moment, before lunch."
"You shall. Heroines must have things made smooth for them, mustn't they, at the end of the book?"