"
She smiled up into his face. Somehow that confession touched her, and
brought them nearer to one another.
"Jack frightens me a bit, you know--he's so unlike George. And then the
girls? Is it true what Timmy says--that Rosamund wants to be an actress?"
There was a slight tone of censorious surprise in his voice, and Betty
reddened.
"I don't see why she shouldn't be an actress if she wants to be! Father's
making her wait till she's twenty-one."
"Let me see," he said hesitatingly, "Dolly's older than Jack, isn't she?"
"Oh, no. Dolly will only be twenty next Thursday."
There came over her an overwhelming impulse to tell him something--the
sort of thing she could only have told George.
"You know that pretty old church at Oakford?"
He nodded.
"Well, Mr. Runsby is dead. They've got a bachelor clergyman now, and
Janet and I think that he's becoming very fond of Dolly! He's away just
now, or you would have already seen him. He's very often over here."
"I should have thought--" He hesitated in his turn, but already he was
falling again into the way of saying exactly what he thought right out to
Betty--"that with you and Rosamund in the house, no one would look at
Dolly!"
Betty blushed, and for a fleeting moment Godfrey saw the blushing,
dimpling Betty of long ago.
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