She looked very beautiful, that Aylmer admitted to himself, and she sang simply and charmingly; that he owned also. Why did it irritate him so intensely to see Teddy moved and thrilled, to see his eyes brighten, his colour rise and to see him obviously admiring the girl? When she made an excuse to leave them Teddy was evidently quite disappointed. The next day Aylmer limped down to the library. To his great surprise he heard voices in the room Dulcie used for her sitting-room. He heard Teddy begging her to sing to him again. He heard her refuse and then Teddy's voice asking her to go out to tea with him. Aylmer limped as loudly as he could, and they evidently heard him, but didn't mind in the least. He didn't want Miss Clay to stop at home. He was expecting Edith. 'Hang it, let them go!' he said to himself, and he wondered at himself. Why should he care? Why _shouldn't_ she flirt with the boy if she liked, or rather--for he was too just not to own that it was no desire of hers--why shouldn't the boy make up to her? Whatever the reason was, it annoyed him. Annoyance was soon forgotten when Mrs Ottley was announced. Since their drive to Richmond there had been a period of extraordinary happiness and delight for Edith. Not another word had been said with reference to Aylmer's proposal. He left it in abeyance, for he saw to his great joy and delight that she was becoming her old self, more than her old self. Edith was completely changed. The first thing she thought of now in the morning was how soon she should see him again. She managed to conceal it well, but she was nervous, absent, with her eyes always on the clock, counting the minutes. When other people were present she was cool and friendly to Aylmer, but when they were alone he had become intimate, delightful, familiar, like the time, three years ago, when they were together at the seaside. But her mother-in-law had then been in the house. And the children. Everything was so conventional. Now she was able to see him alone. Really alone.... His eyes welcomed her as she came in. Having shut the door quietly, she reached his chair in a little rush. 'Don't take off your hat. I like that hat. That was the hat you wore the day I told you--' 'I'm glad it suits me,' she said, interrupting. 'Does it really? Isn't it too small?' 'You know it does.' He was holding her hand. He slowly took off the glove, saying: 'What a funny woman you are, Edith. Why do you wear grey gloves? Nobody else wears grey gloves.' 'I prefer white ones, but they won't stay white two minutes' 'I like these.' 'Tell me about Teddy. Don't, Aylmer!' Aylmer was kissing her fingers one by one. She drew them away. 'Teddy! Oh, there's not much to tell.' Then he gave a little laugh. 'I believe he's fallen in love with Miss Clay.' 'Has he really? Well, no wonder; think how pretty she is.' 'I know. Is she? I don't think she's a bit pretty.'