"Oh, it is that!"
His voice had an incredulous relief in it.
"It is really that, Kitty?"
Lady Kitty laughed up at him out of her chair, and her glance was at once shy and proud.
"Yes, it is that, Anthony."
"Do I know him, Kitty?"
"Very well, Anthony. But no one knows yet—only he and I."
"Who, Kitty?"
"Ask Mr. Leslie, Anthony."
"It isn't Jack, Kitty? You don't mean to say it is Jack! Why—you deceitful little person!—Jack was just the one man you never tried to make captive to your bow and spear; at least, so far as I could see."