“No, you would not. I was in the organ-room. It is my Sunday for playing, you remember!”
To this he made no reply. He was wondering how it was that Edith could manage so effectually to play such a double part. He expected at least a downcast eye, and a blush of guilt upon her cheek; with this he might have been tolerably satisfied. But Edith’s face looked brighter than it had done for many a day.
“I forgot to ask you,” he said suddenly, “if your headache was better.”
“My headache?” she replied. She had been so engrossed with happy thoughts at the reconciliation, that the question took her completely by surprise.
“Ah yes,” she added, suddenly recollecting herself; “it is so much better, that I had quite forgotten it. You see what a good night’s rest will do!”
Walter uttered an impatient sigh, and turned on his heel; while Edith added—
“You are coming up to dine with us to-day, you know. Shall we walk together?”
“I am not coming!”
“Not coming? I thought——”
“Yes, I did accept your aunt’s invitation; but I feel upset to-day, and am not fit company for anyone. Will you make my excuses at home?”