It was the morning after his return, and Lady Jane had left them alone.
"I liked her amazingly," said Lady Kitty; "and, what is more surprising, she liked me."
"It would be surprising if she didn't, Kitty"—looking at her with brotherly fondness. "Do you know, Kitty, I used to like you because you were pretty, and couldn't help being charming?"
Lady Kitty made a mocking bow.
"But still there is some change in you of late. What is it? You have given up being smart and cynical and all that. You are ever so much lovelier now than I remember you."
Lady Kitty laughed, but her eyes softened.
"I'm glad you think I'm lovelier, Anthony."
He looked at her sharply.
"What is it, Kitty?"
"Something that must not be told yet, Anthony."