“Ah, you should see me Sundays!” she said piquantly.
“I don’t suppose I could?” he answered
“That’s for you to think on. There’s nobody after me just now, though there med be in a week or two.” She had spoken this without a smile, and the dimples disappeared.
Jude felt himself drifting strangely, but could not help it. “Will you let me?”
“I don’t mind.”
By this time she had managed to get back one dimple by turning her face aside for a moment and repeating the odd little sucking operation before mentioned, Jude being still unconscious of more than a general impression of her appearance. “Next Sunday?” he hazarded. “To-morrow, that is?”
“Yes.”
“Shall I call?”
“Yes.”
She brightened with a little glow of triumph, swept him almost tenderly with her eyes in turning, and retracing her steps down the brookside grass rejoined her companions.