Lady Edna, pathetically young, in spite of myriad ageing worldlinesses, including a half-humorous, half-repellant marriage of calculation, was caught by his enthusiasm.
“I should love to see you back again!”
“That alone is enough,” said he, “to make me move heaven and earth to get there.”
She flushed beneath his downright eyes and hid a moment’s embarrassment by a laugh.
“That’s a very pretty speech,” she said lightly. “I’m glad to find the Army is going back to its old tradition of manners.”
“I perfectly agree with you,” exclaimed Baltazar, for her tone had been purposely pitched higher than that of the preceding conversation. “I’ve been greatly struck by it.”
The little intimate talk was over; but enough had been said before father and son took their leave, to make Godfrey treasure
