'And you sat down in that chair, didn't you, darling, and remained there a long time musing!' he thought. But that he did not say.
'I am very sorry,' he murmured.
'Will you make amends by coming to our garden party? I ask you the very first.'
'I will,' replied Somerset. To add that it would give him great pleasure, etc., seemed an absurdly weak way of expressing his feelings, and he said no more.
'It is on the nineteenth. Don't forget the day.'
He met her eyes in such a way that, if she were woman, she must have seen it to mean as plainly as words: 'Do I look as if I could forget anything you say?'
She must, indeed, have understood much more by this time--the whole of his open secret. But he did not understand her. History has revealed that a supernumerary lover or two is rarely considered a disadvantage by a woman, from queen to cottage-girl; and the thought made him pause.