There was an added respect in his manner for her. He never now
invaded the room recognized as hers without a specific
invitation, nor did he seem any longer to chafe at the little
personal marks of fastidiousness that had at first appeared to
annoy him. To be sure, he ordered her about, just as he had been
in the habit of doing at first. But it was conceivable that this
might be a generous blind to cover up his knowledge of her sex.
"How do you spell guessed--one s or two?" he presently asked, out
of the throes of composition.
She spelled it, and added demurely: "Adore has only one d"
Bucky laid down his pen and pretended to glare at him. "You young
rascal, what do you mean by bothering me like that? Act like
that, you young imp, and you'll never grow up to be a gentleman."
Their glances caught and held, the minds of each of them busy
over that last prediction of his. For one long instant masks were
off and both were trying to find an answer to a question in the
eyes opposite. Then voluntarily each gaze released the other in a
confusion of sweet shame. For the beating of a lash, soul had
looked into naked soul, all disguise stripped from them.
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