“Against me?”
“Yes. Against falling in love with you.”
The personal note was strong now. Lady Harden sank into a chair with a laugh.
“How perfect! Who warned you? Dear old Lady Carey? Did you tell her a man may not fall in love with his great-aunt?”
“I’m even not sure that yesterday I was not in love with some one who is five years older than you.”
Her charming face, flushed with exercise, grew suddenly serious. “Oh! but that was—different.”
“I don’t see why.”
“Why, because she is married.”
Cleeve burst out laughing. “I may be an infant,” he said, “but I’m not such an infant as to think that ‘married or not married’ has anything to do with the question.”
She laughed, too. “You are a charming infant, at all events. Perhaps if you were a little older——”