She lifted eyes that smiled.
“I am so very human, that sweet cakes and a cup of fine China tea——”
“Remain human. I have a very special blend. You shall have it sent out daily, and I will issue instructions as to the cakes. Hallo!”
He had discovered the spoiling of Guinevere.
“Someone has taken that rose.”
His profile was turned to her, and she studied it with sympathetic curiosity.
“Mrs. Canterton and some friends have been here.”
“Have they?”
“And a stout lady in black discovered Guinevere, and produced a pair of scissors. I put in a word for the rose.”
He faced her, looking down with eyes that claimed her as a partisan.