“I’ll be frank. I told her she was distasteful to me.”
Hamilton threw up his hands.
“Ye gods! And he can talk of speaking terms! Be thankful if she ever looks at you again.”
His lordship winced.
“Not? She hath sweet eyes, too. I own I spoke in temper, and said a silly thing.”
“Silly! Have you never heard of a woman scorned? You’ve lost her before you’ve found her.”
“No, no. I trust you, George: damn it, man, I trust you! I know you are my friend. Tell me—what shall I do?”
“To reconcile you?”
“Aye.”
“Too sudden an exodus this! Turn tail, I advise, and get back to your flesh-pots.”