room, for instance, and if you sit still—is it the same thing as though you got up and went out?"
Why no—of course not! How absurd!"
"Well, the other is absurd too."
"I'll never say again that women aren't logical," answered Lawrence, smiling in spite of himself.
"No—don't. Have some more tea."
"Thanks—I've not finished. It's too hot to drink."
Thereupon, his good temper returning, he desisted from self-torture by scalding, and set the cup down. Fanny watched him, but turned her eyes away as he looked up and she met his glance.
"I'm so glad you've come," she said quietly. "I've looked forward to it."
Perhaps she was a little the more ready to say so, because she was inwardly conscious of having rather wilfully teased him, but she meant what she said. Lawrence felt his heart beating again in a moment. Resting his elbow on his knees, he clasped his hands and looked down at the
