It was evident that no one had
been at any time encouraged to ask questions as to his intentions, or to
feel that they had a right to do so.
This she knew, and a number of other things, before they left the table.
When they did so they went out to stroll upon the moss-grown stone
terrace and listened to the nightingales throwing 'm into the air silver
fountains of trilling song. When Bettina paused, leaning against the
balustrade of the terrace that she might hear all the beauty of it, and
feel all the beauty of the warm spring night, Rosy went on making her
effort to talk.
"It is not much of a neighbourhood, Betty," she said. "You are too
accustomed to livelier places to like it."
"That is my reason for feeling that I shall like it. I don't think I
could be called a lively person, and I rather hate lively places."
"But you are accustomed--accustomed----" Rosy harked back uncertainly.
"I have been accustomed to wishing that I could come to you," said
Betty. "And now I am here."
Lady Anstruthers laid a hand on her dress.
"I can't believe it! I can't believe it!" she breathed.
"You will believe it," said Betty, drawing the hand around her waist
and enclosing in her own arm the narrow shoulders.
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