'O, but!—' said Hazel hastily,—the sentence ending in crimson cheeks, and the shyest veil of reserve dropped over her face.
'I might question here,' said Rollo in an amused tone, and eyeing her inquisitively; 'but I have done it so often,—I leave the ground to you. What next?'
'What next' seemed to have flown away.
'Does Collingwood engross all the thoughts that go back to
Chickaree?'
A sidelong glance of the brown eyes was all that Mr. Rollo got by that venture.
How is Trüdchen?' she asked gravely.
'Flourishing. Asks after you whenever she gets a chance.'
'Mrs. Boërresen of course is well, as she has had you to look after?'
'Gyda is happy. It is a comfort to her to have to make fladbrod for two.'
'It must be a comfort to you to eat it!—How is poor Mr. Morton? I felt for him when I heard you had turned his world upside down.'