"I came round the edge," he said, and felt annoyed—he hated lying—"and then turned upwards. I wanted to see the boundaries."
"I hate boundaries," she laughed. "I always want to overstep them."
"There is the chance of being caught in snares."
"Which adds to the excitement," and she allowed her radiant eyes to seek his with a challenge.
He was not slow to take it up.
"Enchantress," he whispered softly, "it is you whose charm lays snares for men. You have no fear of falling into them yourself."
She rippled a low laugh of satisfaction. And, having tamed her lion, she now suggested it was time to go in to luncheon.