"Even
newly-engaged people require a modicum of sleep, I suppose"--smiling across
at her.
"We're not telling people we're engaged, yet," Ann. cautioned him.
Robin looked up.
"No? Why not?" he asked laconically.
"I wanted--I thought it would be nice to have a few days just to
ourselves," she replied uncertainly.
"That's not the only reason."
Ann hesitated.
"No," she acknowledged at last. "It isn't. Perhaps I'm 'fey' to-night. I
don't feel quite material Ann yet"--with a faint smile. "And--somehow--I'd
rather no one knew for a little while."
CHAPTER XXII
WILD OATS
Lady Susan came briskly into the morning-room at White Windows, and the
four privileged members of the Tribes of Israel who, being allowed the run
of the house, were basking in front of a cheery fire, rose in a body and
rushed towards her, jealously clamouring for attention. She patted them all
round with a beautiful impartiality, cuffed the Great Dane for trampling on
a minute Pekingese, settled a dispute between the truculent Irish terrier
and an aristocratic Chow, and proceeded to greet her nephew.
"I've got an errand for you this morning, Brett," she remarked, as she
poured out coffee.
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