Above that shroud-like plaited lace, the veins of Lulu's throat showed dark as she swallowed, cleared her throat, swallowed again.
"Don't you let Dwight scare you," she besought Ninian.
"Scare me!" cried Ninian. "Why, I think it's a good job done, if you ask me."
Lulu's eyes flew to his face. As he laughed, he was looking at her, and now he nodded and shut and opened his eyes several times very fast. Their points of light flickered. With a pang of wonder which pierced her and left her shaken, Lulu looked. His eyes continued to meet her own. It was exactly like looking at his photograph.
Dwight had recovered his authentic air.
"Oh, well," he said, "we can inquire at our leisure. If it is necessary, I should say we can have it set aside quietly up here in the city—no one'll be the wiser."
"Set aside nothing!" said Ninian. "I'd like to see it stand."
"Are you serious, Nin?"
"Sure I'm serious."
Ina jerked gently at her sister's arm.