His look kindled a little. "If we were on board the old Night Moth, you'd have had a cuff for that," he remarked.
"I wish we were!" she said daringly.
He flicked his fingers. "You're very young, Nonette."
She shook her head with vehemence. "I'm not! I'm not! I'm only pretending. Can't you see?"
He laughed jestingly. "You have never deceived me yet, ma chère,—not once, from the moment I found you shivering in my cabin up to the present. You couldn't if you tried."
Toby's blue eyes suddenly shone with a hot light. "So sure of that?" she said quickly. "You read me—so easily?"
"Like a book," said Saltash, with an arrogance but half-assumed.
"I cheated you—once," she said, breathing sharply.
"And I caught you," said Saltash.
"Only—only because—I meant you to," said Toby, under her breath.