"
"I don't care if he does. I was grateful to you for your letter,
but even if the news does get round, I think I can trust Cecil to
laugh at it."
"To contradict it?"
"No, to laugh at it." But she knew in her heart that she could
not trust him, for he desired her untouched.
"Very well, dear, you know best. Perhaps gentlemen are different
to what they were when I was young. Ladies are certainly
different."
"Now, Charlotte!" She struck at her playfully. "You kind,
anxious thing. What WOULD you have me do? First you say 'Don't
tell'; and then you say, 'Tell'. Which is it to be? Quick!"
Miss Bartlett sighed "I am no match for you in conversation,
dearest. I blush when I think how I interfered at Florence, and
you so well able to look after yourself, and so much cleverer in
all ways than I am. You will never forgive me."
"Shall we go out, then. They will smash all the china if we
don't."
For the air rang with the shrieks of Minnie, who was being
scalped with a teaspoon.
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