“Are you in doubt?”
“Yes, rather.”
“Why?”
“I’m afraid, Lal.”
“Is it that you don’t care—?”
Angela shook her head.
“Then you must wear them,” Lal said. He came to her and fastened them. Angela looked down at the roses and up at his face; suddenly she threw her arms round his neck.
“I’m a humbug, Lal,” she said. “You always ruled, not I.”
“Do you think so?”
“Yes. And he will. And I’m afraid.”