At his murmured words she rose.
"You'd like to?" he questioned.
She nodded. "Of course; love it. You know the way. You lead!"
Bunny needed no second bidding. He went straight to the tall door and
held it open for her. Toby, very slim and girlish in her white raiment,
cocked her chin and walked out in state. But the moment they were alone
she turned upon him a face brimful of laughter.
"Oh, now we can enjoy ourselves! I've been feeling so proper all the
evening. Quick! Where shall we go?"
"Into the garden," said Bunny. "Or wait! Come up on to the battlements!
It's ripping up there."
She thrust her hand eagerly into his. "I shall love that. Which way do we
go?"
"Through the music-room," said Bunny.
He caught and held her hand. They ran up one of the wide stairways that
branched north and south to the Gallery. Saltash's music followed them
from the drawing-room as they went. He was playing a haunting Spanish
love-song, and Toby shivered and quickened her pace.
They reached another oak door which Bunny opened, drawing her impetuously
forward. "This is Charlie's own particular sanctum. Rather a ripping
place, isn't it? He's got a secret den that leads somewhere out of it,
but no one knows how to get in.
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