“Only two miles!” she said. “It might have been us! It might have been the ‘Venus’!”
Old Mr. Yeardsley bounded in his chair.
“The ‘Venus’!” he cried.
They all seemed wonderfully excited. My little contribution to the evening’s chat had made quite a hit.
Why I didn’t notice it before I don’t know, but it was not till Elizabeth showed it to me after dinner that I had my first look at the Yeardsley “Venus.” When she led me up to it, and switched on the light, it seemed impossible that I could have sat right through dinner without noticing it. But then, at meals, my attention is pretty well riveted on the foodstuffs. Anyway, it was not till Elizabeth showed it to me that I was aware of its existence.
She and I were alone in the drawing-room after dinner. Old Yeardsley was writing letters in the morning-room, while Bill and Clarence were rollicking on the half-size billiard table with the pink silk tapestry effects. All, in fact, was joy, jollity, and song, so to speak, when Elizabeth, who had been sitting wrapped in thought for a bit, bent towards me and said, “Reggie.”
And the moment she said it I knew something was going to happen. You know that pre-what-d’you-call-it you get sometimes? Well, I got it then.
“What-o?” I said nervously.
“Reggie,” she said, “I want to ask a great favour of you.”
“Yes?”