“I think you’re well out of it,” she said, when he had finished.
She had a funny way at times of holding her head on one side like an Aberdeen puppy. She was sitting in an upright chair, sewing, for she had no time to do nothing, and Philip had made himself comfortable at her feet.
“I can’t tell you how heartily thankful I am it’s all over,” he sighed.
“Poor thing, you must have had a rotten time,” she murmured, and by way of showing her sympathy put her hand on his shoulder.
He took it and kissed it, but she withdrew it quickly.
“Why did you do that?” she asked, with a blush.
“Have you any objection?”
She looked at him for a moment with twinkling eyes, and she smiled.
“No,” she said.
He got up on his knees and faced her. She looked into his eyes steadily, and her large mouth trembled with a smile.