During the last three weeks, she had sometimes wondered uneasily whether
Godfrey Radmore realised how very pretty she was. There was something so
curiously impersonal about him--and yet last night he had very nearly
kissed her!
She laughed aloud, gaily, triumphantly, as she went down to her late
breakfast.
CHAPTER XII
At the moment that Enid Crofton was telling herself that everything was
going fairly well with her, and that nothing could alter the fact that
she was now, and likely to remain for a long time, a woman likely to
attract every man with whom she came in contact--Godfrey Radmore,
following Janet Tosswill after breakfast into the drawing-room of Old
Place, exclaimed deprecatingly:--"I feel like Rip Van Winkle!'
"Do you?" She turned to him and smiled a little sadly. "It's _you_ that
have changed, Godfrey. Everything here is much the same. As for me, I
never see any change from one year to another."
"But they've all grown up!" he exclaimed plaintively. "You can't think
how odd it seems to find a lot of grown-up young ladies and gentlemen
instead of the jolly little kids who were in the nursery with Nanna nine
years ago. By the way, Nanna hasn't changed, and"--he hesitated, then
brought out with an effort, "Mr.
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