don't let me, for a moment more, keep you away from him. You must have such lots"—it went almost without saying—"to talk comfortably over."
The young man's embrace of that was, in his restless movement, to roam to the end of the hall furthest from the stairs. But here his assent was entire. "I certainly feel, you know, that I must see him again." He rambled even to the open door and looked with incoherence into the court. "Yes, decidedly, I must!"
"Is he out there?" Mrs. Gracedew lightly asked.
He turned short round. "No—I left him in the long gallery."
"You saw that, then?"—she flashed back into eagerness. "Isn't it lovely?"
Clement Yule rather wondered. "I didn't notice it. How could I?"
His face was so woeful that she broke into a laugh. "How couldn't you? Notice it now, then. Go up to him!"
He crossed at last to the staircase, but at the foot he stopped again. "Will you wait for me?"
He had such an air of proposing a bargain, of making the wait a condition, that she had to
