She dropped her own before them, and was silent.
"Say it, sweetheart!" he urged.
She shook her head. "Let's talk about something else!" she said.
"All right," said Bunny boldly. "Let's talk of getting married! It's high
time we began."
"Oh, I didn't mean that!" said Toby quickly.
He laughed at her softly. "Of course you didn't! But you were thinking
about it all the same. Do you know old Bishop is going to clear out and
go and live in Fairharbour? I shall be left alone then. It's rather
beastly living alone, you know, darling."
"You haven't tried it yet," said Toby.
"No. But I know what it'll feel like. I shall hate it." Bunny spoke with
gloomy conviction.
Toby suddenly laughed. "No one to grouse to! It would be rather dull
certainly. Why didn't you fall in love with Sheila Melrose?"
"Sheila Melrose! Why on earth should I?" Bunny spoke with some sharpness.
Toby lifted mischievous eyes. "She's pretty and graceful and
accomplished. She'd make a charming Lady Brian, and she has an estate of
her own for you to manage. It--it would be--a highly suitable arrangement
for you both."
"Don't talk rot!" broke in Bunny with sudden heat.
His hold tightened upon her, and she made a quick, instinctive movement
as though to free herself.
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