“Well, I thought perhaps, that what was said at supper—” began the old man, beginning to smile too.
“Lady Torridon, and every one, has been all that is hospitable,” said Beatrice. “It is like old days at Chelsea. I love word-fencing; and there are so few who practise it.”
Sir James was still a little perplexed.
“You assure me, Mistress, that you are not distressed by—by anything that has passed?”
“Distressed!” she cried. “Why, it is a real happiness!”
But he was not yet satisfied.
“You will engage to tell me then, if you think you are improperly treated by—by anyone—?”
“Why, yes,” said the girl, smiling into his eyes. “But there is no need to promise that. I am really happy; and I am sure your daughter and I will be good friends.”
She turned a little towards Margaret; and Chris saw a curious emotion of awe and astonishment and affection in his sister’s eyes.
“Come, my dear,” said Beatrice. “You said you would take me to my room.”