"You are selfish!" in an aggrieved voice.
"Of course."
"And not the least ashamed of it!"
"Not the least."
He moved his position deliberately so that he came to my other side, where the sun was not.
"I learned a certain amount of manoeuvring in South Africa, where I went for a month or two," he said. "I hope this side of your face will be as pretty. People always have a better and a worse side."
I laughed. It was too hot to circumvent him again, and his looking at me could not hurt me.
"This is even prettier," he said, presently. "Where did you hide yourself, that we none of us ever saw you before you married?"
"I lived rather near here for a little while."
"Now you look sad again. I never watched any one's face so much. Yours is not like other people's; you look like a cameo, you know."