“No,” she agreed faintly.
“You don’t mind my asking you one question, do you? You will answer me truly?”
“Yes, if I can.”
“Do you care for any other man? They told me Blythe Van Dorn has been trying mighty hard to wear down the road between his house and yours.”
“Blythe is a nice boy, but I never, never thought of him in that way.”
“And there’s no one else?”
“No one, except——”
“Except. Who is it?” He grasped her hands so closely as to make her draw in a little quick breath.
“Except Sir Artegall,” she said laughing. “I am the Lady Florimell and he is my knight.”
“Oh, if he is only one of those dream fellows I don’t mind him. I shall get him out of the way, and besides you have taken me for your knight.”