"Why don't you look at me?" he said.
Very slowly her eyes came down to him. He was smiling in a secret fashion, not as if he expected her to smile in return. The sunlight beat down upon his upturned face. He blinked at her lazily and stretched every limb in succession, like a cat.
"Let me know when you begin to feel bored," he said. "I am quite ready to amuse you."
"I thought it was only the bores who were ever bored," she said.
He opened his eyes a little. "Did I say that or did you?"
She returned to her heather-pulling. "I believe you said it originally."
"I remember," he returned composedly. "It was on the night you bestowed upon me the office of court-jester, the night you dreamed I was the Knave of Diamonds, the night that—"
She interrupted very gently but very resolutely; "The night that we became friends, Nap."
"A good many things happened that night," he remarked, pulling off his cap and pitching it from him.
"Is that wise?" she said. "The sun is rather strong."