"And, in the mean time, we will let nobody know anything about it."
"I shall tell Mrs. Mowbray the first five minutes I am in her company," he said.
Rotha looked up again, but then her eyes fell, and the strained lines of brow and lips relaxed, and the colour rose.
"About Mrs. Busby, you shall do as you please. You do not know me yet, Rotha—my little Rotha! Do you think I would say to any woman what I said to you yesterday, and not know my own mind?"
"No—" Rotha said softly. "But I thought I was so unfit I do not know what I thought! only I knew I must speak to you."
"You are a brave girl," said he tenderly, "and my very darling." And he allowed himself the kisses now. "Was that all, Rotha?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"You have nothing else on your mind?"
"No."
"Then come to breakfast. It is always bad to go to breakfast with anything on your mind. It is only on my mind that it is so long to next June!"