"What about, little one?"
"I'm not sure if I ought to have spoken to you, or have come with you,
after all."
To save his life, Hugh could not have helped laughing, though it was
evidently a matter of serious importance. "What, do you think we ought
to have a chaperon?" he asked. "Paul's in the tonneau, you know; and
he's a most discreet chap."
"I don't know what a chaperon is," said Rosemary. "But will you promise
not to be angry if I ask you something, and will you promise to answer,
honour bright?"
"Yes, to both your questions."
"Were you really unkind to Angel, before you were lost?"
This was a hard nut to crack, if his past were not to be ruthlessly
severed from Angel's by a word. He thought for a moment, and then said,
"Honour bright, I can't remember anything unkind I ever did to her."
"Oh, I'm so glad. I was afraid, when you said you'd forgotten--but maybe
her name wasn't Angel, then?"
"That was it, I'm sure," replied Hugh, soothingly. "Maybe you named her
Angel, yourself?"
"I don't know," said Rosemary. "She seems to have been it, always, ever
since I can remember.
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