"Cricket! Cricket! Cricket!" was "guardy's" reproachful cry.
"You dear old thing! You wouldn't like to lose your hateful little
tom-boy, would you? Well, you shan't, either. I only meant to scare you
that time. You'll ask me no more nasty questions, and I'll stay and be
your Cricket the same as ever, and we'll try and forget the little
episode of the past two weeks. And as for you, Sir Roger, don't you do
anything rash. Just think things over, and make sure you're perfectly
satisfied, before you have anything to do with me, for I don't intend to
explain any more than I have explained. I'm a good-for-nothing, giddy
little moth, I know; but I don't really want to deceive anybody. No;
don't speak on impulse, dear Sir Roger. Take a week or two, and think
about it."
She kissed her hand coquettishly to the two gentlemen, and tripped out
of the room.
And there they sat, looking at each other, altogether bewildered and
dazed, and altogether more infatuated about her than ever.
Society was electrified at finding Miss Dane back, and looked eagerly
for the sequel to this little romance.
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