‘Have you told her?’ ‘No. I haven’t the nerve. But we walk together in the garden most evenings, and it sometimes seems to me that there is a look in her eyes.’ ‘I know that look. Like a sergeant-major.’ ‘Nothing of the kind! Like a tender goddess.’ ‘Half a second, old thing,’ I said. ‘Are you sure we’re talking about the same girl? The one I mean is Honoria. Perhaps there’s a younger sister or something I’ve not heard of?
