Much intrigued and a little apprehensive, I followed her into the blue sitting room and closed the door. The next moment she was in my arms, weeping out her heart on my shoulder.
“Oh, Davy, Davy, I had to come to some one!”
“But, good heavens, what’s wrong?” I was thinking of Letty and wondering.
“I am so miserably unhappy!”
“Then talk it out with me. It’ll do you good.”
“Oh, Davy, some one wants to marry me!”
I started to burst out laughing at this and suddenly checked myself. I held her from me, her shoulders in my hands, and said, with a swift jealousy:
“You child! What right have you to be thinking of such things!”
“What things, Davy?”