“Oh! I am glad! Mr. Elliot is a nice man. At what time do you expect him?”
“He keeps a very busy schedule, so we shall need to make an early start. He is coming over tonight, in fact, at about eleven.”
“O-ho!” said Belinda. “Now I perceive why you have been so inattentive! That is quite . . . Bell . . . ?”
But Arabella had drifted off again. The gray-green eyes rested on a spot just past Belinda’s right ear, and Belinda had a sudden feeling that Bell was looking at someone who was staring at them, from behind.
“Do you know, Bunny,” said Arabella. “I believe you were right, after all.”
Belinda half-turned, expecting to see the gardener, or Mrs. Janks with the tea tray, or almost anyone at all but whom she in fact did see: the great god Pan emerging from the shrubbery, all hard and excited.
From where she was sitting, Belinda could almost imagine herself about to be ravished.
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