"--_Quite_ crazy about you," she continued, "and you're to be
included in bedtime prayers, I believe--No sugar? Lemon?--Drina's mad
about you and threatens to give you her new maltese puppy. I
congratulate you on your popularity."
"Did you see me in the nursery on all fours?" inquired Selwyn,
recognising her bronze-red hair.
Unfeigned laughter was his answer. He laughed, too, not very heartily.
"My first glimpse of our legendary nursery warrior was certainly
astonishing," she said, looking around at him with frank malice. Then,
quickly: "But you don't mind, do you? It's all in the family, of
course."
"Of course," he agreed with good grace; "no use to pretend dignity here;
you all see through me in a few moments."
She had given him his tea. Now she sat upright in her chair, smiling,
_distraite_, her hat casting a luminous shadow across her eyes; the
fluffy furs, fallen from throat and shoulder, settled loosely around her
waist.
Glancing up from her short reverie she encountered his curious gaze.


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