“Isn’t it lovely,” she sighed.
He felt her hand tighten in his. He had a sudden desire to kiss her lovely neck. Slowly she turned towards him, then stepped back and stamped her foot in vexation.
“Oh, it’s you!” she cried. “Well, of all the— I thought it was Mr. Fetterstein.”
But quickly she recovered herself.
“I’ve a bone to pick with you, naughty young man. Why have you never come to see me?”
Hugh had no excuse ready.
“I had made up my mind not to speak to you again. But there! Good nature was always my weakness. Promise me to come soon and I’ll forgive you.”
While Hugh was promising another man joined them. Mrs. Belmire turned to the newcomer radiantly.
“Mr. Fetterstein; I want to introduce Mr. Kildair; a young countryman of mine.”
Mr. Fetterstein did not look enthusiastic, but mustered a show of cordiality.