“I’m rather afraid of your aunt.”
It was on the tip of Bertha’s tongue to say that faint heart never won fair lady, but for modesty’s sake she refrained. Her spirits had suddenly gone up and she felt extraordinarily happy.
“Do you want to see me very badly?” she asked, her heart beating at quite an absurd rate.
Craddock blushed again and seemed to have some difficulty in finding a reply; his confusion and his ingenuous air were new enchantments to Bertha.
“If he only knew how I adored him!” she thought; but naturally she could not tell him in so many words.
“You’ve changed so much in these years,” he said, “I don’t understand you.”
“You haven’t answered my question.”
“Of course I want to see you, Bertha,” he said quickly, seeming to take his courage in both hands; “I want to see you always.”
“Well,” she said, with a charming smile, “I sometimes take a walk after dinner to the gate and observe the shadows of night.”
“By Jove, I wish I’d known that before.”