"But I do not love her . . . never could love her whilst——"
"They say she is not ill-favoured."
"Ill-favoured to me, like the bitter pills the medicine man gives us, whilst you——"
Once more she interrupted him quickly.
"You have never seen her," she protested, "you do not even know what she is like."
"Nay, I can guess. The Glyndes are all alike—sandy, angular, large-footed. . . ."
She laughed, a long, merry, rippling laugh which set his ears tingling with the desire to hear it once again. Ursula was indeed enjoying herself thoroughly.
"They all have brown eyes," he continued gaily, "and just now I feel as if I could not endure brown eyes."
She cast down her own, veiling them with her long lashes.
"What eyes could Your Grace best endure for the moment?" she said, with the same tantalizing demureness.