"That's a very pretty speech," said Betty. He reminded her of the Café d'Harcourt, but she did not say so.
"You remind me of a garden," he went on, "but I don't like to see a garden without a hedge round it."
"You think I ought to have a chaperon," said Betty bravely, "but chaperons aren't needed in this quarter."
"I wish I were your brother," said Temple.
"I'm so glad you're not," said Betty. She wanted no chaperonage, even fraternal. But the words made him shrink, and then sent a soft warmth through him. On the whole he was not sorry that he was not her brother.
At parting Vernon, at the foot of the staircase, said: "And when may I see you again?"
"On Tuesday, when the class meets."
"But I didn't mean when shall I see the class. When shall I see Miss Desmond?"
"Oh, whenever you like," Betty answered gaily; "whenever Lady St. Craye can spare you."
He let her say it.