"It must have been the hour of his, if you were half as lovely as you are at this moment."
"He's splendid," she pursued, as if she didn't hear me. "He is the one who does it!" I listened, immensely impressed, and she added: "We understood each other."
"By flashes of lightning?"
"Oh, I didn't see the lightning then!"
"How long were you there?" I asked, with admiration.
"Long enough to tell him I adore him."
"Ah, that's what I've never been able to tell him!" I exclaimed, ruefully.
"I shall have my part—I shall have my part!" she continued, with triumphant indifference, and she flung round the room with the joy of a girl, only checking herself to say: "Go and change your clothes."
"You shall have Lord Mellifont's signature," I said.
"Oh, bother Lord Mellifont's signature! He's far nicer than Mr. Vawdrey," she went on, irrelevantly.
"Lord Mellifont?" I pretended to inquire.
