Chapter 16
NEXT MORNING I ROSE SOMEWHAT BEFORE THE BREAKFAST HOUR. AS I descended the stairs, Edith stepped into the hall from the room which had been the scene of the morning interview between us described some chapters back.
“Ah!” she exclaimed, with a charmingly arch expression, “you thought to slip out unbeknown for another of those solitary morning rambles which have such nice effects on you. But you see I am up too early for you this time. You are fairly caught.”
“You discredit the efficacy of your own cure,” I said, “by supposing that such a ramble would now be attended with bad consequences.”
“I am very glad to hear that,” she said. “I was in here arranging some flowers for the breakfast table when I heard you come down, and fancied I detected something surreptitious in your st
