"There? Oh, I'd love to go over it. Couldn't we, now?"
He hesitated. "Perhaps it would be better to wait till there are others." Then, seeing her disappointment, he agreed. "Well, if Delia will come too."
"Delia?"
"To open the rooms." He had not the heart to tell her how sharp were the tongues of the gossips of the little town.
So Delia, a little later, limped after them with Peter following, confidently.
"And you flirted with Justin," Anthony remarked on the way over.
"Yes. In the little tea room. Diana and Mrs. Martens sat at one table, and Mr. Ford and I at the other—and he was so funny—and I——Well, any one looking on might have thought I was in earnest."
"What did Diana think?"
"Oh, she knows how I feel about you——"
"And Justin, does he know?"