"But I have not forgotten you," she cried, blushing, and slipped her arm
suddenly into mine.

"No? Well, perhaps you have not forgotten me. But if so, then I do not
know what I am saying. One or the other."

"You shall have an invitation to-morrow. You must dance with me. Oh, how
we will dance!"

"Will you go a little way with me?" I asked.

"Now? No, I can't," she answered. "The Doctor will be here presently.
He's going to help me with something; there is a good deal still to be
done. And you think the room will look all right as it is? But don't you
think...?"

A carriage stops outside.

"Is the Doctor driving to-day?" I ask.

"Yes, I sent a horse for him. I wanted to ..."

"Spare his bad foot, yes. Well, I must be off. _Goddag, Goddag_, Doctor.
Pleased to see you again. Well and fit, I hope? Excuse my running
off..."

Once down the steps outside, I turned round. Edwarda was standing at
the window watching me; she stood holding the curtains aside with both
hands, to see; and her look was thoughtful. A foolish joy thrilled me; I
hurried away from the house light-footed, with a darkness shading my