What a devil of a
temper she was in this morning and how she made the fur fly! If she's
like that now, I shall just take her into my arms and kiss her until
she's done fighting. After all, I wouldn't give sixpence for a woman
who had no spirit. It's their moods that make them so fascinating
--little devils that they are at their best!"
The arrival at the house cut short his ruminations and he hastened into
the well-known drawing-room and there waited impatiently while the maid
summoned Kitty from her bedroom. She came down immediately to his great
surprise--for usually she kept him waiting at least half an hour--and
her mood was strangely changed, he thought. A pretty, flaxen-haired,
blue-eyed, cream and white English type she was, but her chin spoke
also of determination and the eyes which could "look love to eyes that
looked again," upon occasion could also speak of anger which resented
all control. This afternoon, however, Kitty was as meek as a lamb. She
had become so utterly changed in an hour that Ambrose hardly knew her.
"My dear girl," he began, "I am so sorry that I lost my temper this
morning----"
"Oh, no--not you, Ambrose dear.
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