Any moment he might post it! Once posted he might let it go.

She drew a little sharp breath.

He was standing there, so still, so quiet and slow in his decision.

It became necessary to her that words should be spoken.

She spoke the first which rose to her lips.
"You are going to stay for the Willoughbys' ball, aren't you ?" Harry Luttrell smiled.
"But you despise dancing." "I?
I adore it!" She smiled as she spoke, but she spoke with a queer shyness which took him off his feet.