“I hoped you might be early,” he said. “I dressed as quickly as I could on the chance of your coming down soon.”
“What made you think I should?” she asked, lowering her eyelids.
“You went up so long ago. You can’t take more than an hour dressing, surely?”
“Oh, but one can if one wants to look nice.”
“You have done that to-night, at any rate,” said he.
“You are very complimentary, Mr. Fenton.”
“It’s quite true,” replied he, with fervour, cursing inwardly as he heard a footstep nearing the door.
It was only a servant come to draw the curtains, and the two sat in rather a conscious silence while the shutters were fastened up and the heavy rings sent rattling along the curtain-poles.
“Are you coming to Crishowell again?” asked Isoline, when the servant had gone.