"There is—more than you think," she whispered, white to the lips.
[CHAPTER XI]
Nobody, apparently, was yet astir; not a breakfast tray had yet tinkled along the dusky corridors when Desboro, descending the stairs in the dim morning light, encountered Jacqueline coming from the general direction of the east wing, her arms loaded with freshly cut white carnations.
"Good morning," he whispered, in smiling surprise, taking her and her carnations into his arms very reverently, almost timidly.
She endured the contact shyly and seriously, as usual, bending her head aside to avoid his lips.
"Do you suppose," he said laughingly, "that you could ever bring yourself to kiss me, Jacqueline?"
She did not answer, and presently he released her, saying: "You never have yet; and now that we're engaged——"
"Engaged!"