‘I am going to borrow your eyes from this time, Brion. Let me look into them. They are very kind and true, i’faith—a little sober for me, but they will be good to smile to in the glass. Well, I see now there is no harm in being a Papist.’
‘Of course there is not—though I am none myself. How quick and jestingly you answer; yet methinks your activity is most in your tongue.’
‘How do you mean?’
‘Are you fond of exercise, Joan?’
‘Not very.’
‘So I should have guessed. You remind me of a white rabbit I once had—warm and soft and cuddlesome. It liked to lie in my arms.’
‘You are an outrageous boy—and very insulting. I think I shall have to hate you.’
‘That is a pity, because I wanted you to love me.’
‘Did you, i’faith? In any case we are over-young to love.’
‘It is good practice to begin young. Will you be my white rabbit, Joan?’