XVIIHe got over it, however. There was a particularly well-made soufflé, and this helped. Also Lucy kept on looking at him very tenderly, and it was the first time she had sat at his table in his beloved home, realising the dreams of months that she should sit just there with him, his little bobbed-haired Love, and gradually therefore he recovered and smiled at her again.
But what power she had to hurt him, thought Wemyss; it was so great because his love for her was so great. She should be very careful how she wielded it. Her Everard was made very sensitive by his love.
He gazed at her solemnly, thinking this, while the plates were being changed.
'What is it, Everard?' Lucy asked anxiously.
'I'm only thinking that I love you,' he said, laying his hand on hers.
She flushed with pleasu
