12 MOLLY BAWN.
a rashness unworthy of him, he presses, ever so gently, the
slender fingers within his own. Instantly Miss Massereene,
with a marked ignoring of the suggestion in his last speech,
returns to her forgotten charge.
' I don't want to inconvenience you,' she says demurely,
with downcast lids,' but when you have quite done with my
hand, I think I should like it again. You see it is awkward
being without it, as it is the right one.'
' I'm not proud,' says Luttrell modestly. ' I will try to
make myself content, if you will give me the left one.'
At this they both laugh meiTily; and, believe me, when
two people so laugh together, there is very little ice left to
'And are you really glad I have come?' says Luttrell,
bending, the better to see into her pretty face. ' It sounds
' When one is starving even dry bread is acceptable,' re¬
turns Molly, with a swift but cruel glance.
' I refu.se to uudei'stand you. You surely do not
' I mean this, that you are not to lay too much stress on
the fact of my having said------'
'Well, Luttrell, where are you, old fellow? I suppose
you thought you were quite forgotten. Couldn't come a
moment sooner,—what with Letitia's comments on your
general appearance and my own comments on my tobacco's
disappearance. However, here I am at last. Have you been
' Not very,' says Mr. Luttrell, sotto voce, his eyes fi^ced
' It is John,' whispers that young lady mysteriously.
' Won't I catch it if he finds me out here so late without a
.shawl ? I must run. Good-night'—she moves away from
him quickly; but before many steps have separated them
turns again, and, with her fingers on her lips, breathes softlv,
kindly—' until to-moiTow ' After which she waves him a
l;ist faint adieu and disappears.