"You mean," said Kitty, calmly, "that I am not to talk so much to
Geoffrey Cliffe?"
"Is he worth it?" said Ashe. "That's what I want to know--worth the fuss
that some people make?"
"It's the fuss and the people that drive one on," said Kitty, under her
breath.
"You flatter them too much, darling! Do you think you were quite kind to
me last night?--let's put it that way. I looked a precious fool, you
know, standing on those steps, while you were keeping old Mother Parham
and the whole show waiting!"
She looked at him a moment in silence, at his heightened color and
insistent eyes.
"I can't think what made you marry me," she said, slowly.
Ashe laughed, and came nearer.
"And I can't think," he said, in a lower voice, "what made you come--if
you weren't a little bit sorry--and lean your dear head against me like
that, last night."
"I wasn't sorry--I couldn't sleep," was her quick reply, while her eyes
strove to keep up their war with his.
A knock was heard at the door. Ashe moved hastily away. Kitty's maid
entered.
"I was to tell you, sir, that your breakfast was ready. And Lady
Tranmore's servant has brought this note.
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