And I was quite resolved on this point when Evie next spoke. We had stopped by one of the arches, and were looking over the grass plot and fountain in the middle. The Court was deliciously cool, and I should have liked Billy Izzard to make a sketch of Evie as she leaned against the pillar, dressed in soft pink muslin, her hand touching her cheek, and only her dark eyes darker than that Black Knight sweet-pea of her hair. Those eyes were full of grave thought.
"Jeff," she said diffidently by-and-by.
"What, dear?"
"You know where you left us just now——"
"Left you and Miss Levey?"
"Yes.... She told me something I think I ought to tell you."
"Oh? She didn't lose much time," I could not forbear remarking.
"It was something I know you'd far rather I told you—it was something about poor Kitty," Evie went awkwardly on.
"Oh?"...