"Am I?"
"Oh yes,—you don t count!"
Lawrence's face fell a little at this last remark, and there was silence again for a few moments.
"I'm not sure that I'll tell you, after all," said Fanny, at last.
The quiet lids were half closed over the grey eyes, and she seemed to be thinking out some thing. Lawrence was unconsciously wondering why he did not think the white lashes ugly, especially when she had just told him that he did not 'count.'
"Are you sure you won't tell?" asked the young girl, after another long pause.
"If you don't want me to, of course I won't," answered Lawrence, mechanically.
"It's a sort of confession," said Fanny. "That's the reason why I don't like to tell you. It's cowardly to be afraid of confessing that one's been an idiot, so I am going to do it at once and get it over."
"It's a startling confession!" laughed Lawrence, softly. "I don't believe it. Is that all?"
