From the lack of expression on her small face no man would have guessed at the happy tumult in the heart under that ribbon-and-satin of a hidden mascot that it rocked.
"Well?" demanded Captain Ross with outward patience. "How much longer do you intend to keep me dangling around and guessing?"
"About what?"
"About whether you're going to marry me or not," said Captain Ross, dourly.
Olwen stuffed a cushion behind her back and laughed quite naturally. "But, Captain Ross! You said Marriage was a thing the sensible man looked at from every angle and then decided to cut out. I never imagined——"
"Ah, cut that out," Captain Ross begged her, with the unsmiling mien of one who sees himself about to be routed from his last defences. "You knew all the time; you knew."
"I didn't!"
"What?" Captain Ross thrust out his jaw. "You ought to know me well enough by this time. You've seen me plenty."
"Yes," said Olwen, with feeling, "and always being——"
"Well?"