"You might take a dose of soothing syrup." She looked extremely solicitous.
"How extremely kind of you, Miss Bright. But my malady is in the region of the heart. I suspect you think I haven't a heart. But really, Miss Skeptic, a heart happens to be a part of my anatomy."
"I thought we were to talk sense," she reminded him.
Just then they heard a familiar call, and turning, saw Lord Kelwin hastening towards them.
"By George!" he said, breathing hard. "I have been trying to overtake you two for a half mile. You seemed to be having a mighty good time."
"Good time?" echoed Kenneth. "Miss Bright has been abusing me all the way." He assumed an injured air.
"I have no doubt, Miss Bright, that Mr. Kenneth enjoyed the treatment he received," remarked Lord Kelwin.
"Enjoyed it?" Kenneth interjected. "I have been a perfect martyr to feminine cruelty. And would you believe it? Miss Bright has been trying to palm off on me that she is not a daughter of Eve."
"You are a veritable son of Adam," she rejoined, gayly. "And to think that I shall have to endure you at dinner!"
"You'll have to endure another son of Adam, too," interjected Lord Kelwin, "for I am invited also."