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'Crying, says he, placing his arm round her, 'if you cry when you're happy, what will you do, when there is really something to cry for, oh you silly child, but the look in his eyes belies his words, and Lippa raising hers sees something in them, which makes her draw still closer, till their lips meet. 'Dearest, he whispers.
But he hears his name called in a shrill voice, 'Captain Harkness, Cap-ta-i-n H-a-r-kness! He turns round hastily and sees Teddy waving frantically over the gate. 'Well, little boy, he says, 'what is the matter? eh! 'We can't get out, Aunt Lippa and I, we've forgotten the key, do go to mother and ask her for it.
'Me, says Dalrymple, regardless of grammar and looking quite unconscious, 'never was further from doing anything else, in my life. 'May you be forgiven, whispers Lippa, who has observed it all but aloud she says, 'Won't you have some tea. 'No thanks, really not, replies Helmdon, 'but if I may stay, we may as well tell the fly to go away.
'I have not seen you for ages, says he. 'Only a week, I think, replies Lippa. 'Isn't that seven whole long days? 'Short I call them, but what have you been doing? 'Duty. 'Oh! Then after a pause he says, 'I can't make up my mind about the Dadfords, shall I go? Lippa feels naughty. 'What difference could it make to me whether you went or not? she says. 'None, I suppose, replies he sadly.
There is not any doubt that Dalrymple will see them, for Master Seaton has observed him and rushing to the railings gesticulates violently, and the former attracted by some magnetic influence turns, hesitates for a moment and then crosses over. 'So glad to see you. Lippa and I were so afraid you were going to cut us, says the unsuspecting Mabel. 'What are you doing in London now?
Love Lippa, he does hopelessly, madly, and so he will till the end of the chapter.
'I think I am engaged for this dance, says Lippa, knowing Mabel will be wondering what has become of her. 'You'll let me have another? asks Jimmy, eagerly. 'Certainly, replies she; 'only, no more cat-finding. I can't bear them, can you? 'Can't endure them, says Dalrymple, who would agree with whatever she said.
'There's something under my chair, I felt it move, she says, woman-like raising her skirt. Dalrymple bends down, kneel he could not in his best evening trousers, 'I don't see anything, he says, peering about and nearly choking for his collar is high and somewhat tight. Il faut souffrir pour être beau. 'Oh, but you must, persists Lippa. 'I felt it move.
'That's Mab's voice. She thinks me a dear little girl, does she, comments Miss Seaton. 'Poor child; she is so like what her mother was at that age. Does she know about her? Lippa recognises Lady Dadford's voice, but it never enters her head that she ought not to listen. 'No, replies Mabel.
By degrees the carriages are filled and off they go, Lippa finding to her chagrin that she is seated by Paul in a dog-cart, Jimmy and Lady Anne behind, Lord Helmdon is on in front with some other people. 'I'm sorry for you, says Ponsonby, 'but if you wish your secret to be kept from the others, you must not be seen too much together. Lippa sighs. 'So love-sick already, says he laughing.
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