"But--but would you like it too? Wouldn't
you--wouldn't you feel it was an awful waste of time?"
"Waste of time! With you!" smiled Fielding.
She lifted his hand with a shy movement and put it to her lips.
"Edward--darling, you get dearer every day," she murmured. "What makes
you so good to me?"
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I happen to have found
out--quite by accident--that I love you, my dear," he said.
She smiled at him. "What a happy accident! Then we are really going for
that voyage together? What about--Juliet?"
"Don't you want Juliet?" he said.
"Yes, if she would come. But I have a feeling--I don't know why--that she
will not be with us very long. I should be sorry to part with her for we
owe her so much. But--somehow she doesn't quite fit, does she? She would
be much more suitable as--Lady Saltash for instance."
Fielding laughed. "Saltash isn't the only fish in the sea," he remarked.
"You are thinking of--Mr. Green?" she questioned, with slight hesitation
before the name. "You know, Edward--" she broke off.
"Well, my dear?" he said.
She turned to him impulsively. "I'm sorry I've not been nicer about that
young man.
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