“That certainly sounds likely,” answered Lionel. “I think it will be better not to speak about it to my mother or the others. I’m not quite sure why I’ve told you.”
“You told me because I called Miss Scott dreadful. I am sorry I did. I won’t do it again.”
“That’s all right—you didn’t mean it. We were talking about Jocelyn, I remember. I never understand how women do their thinking, and I suppose that I am not curious enough to study them.”
“What has that to do with anything?” asked Miss Trevelyan quickly.
“I was only wondering why, since you like Jocelyn, you are always as disagreeable as possible to him and as nice as possible to me.”
Miss Trevelyan laughed and looked away from him. “Of course you don’t understand!” she said. “Men never do.”
“I’ll give you a piece of advice, Miss Anne. The next time you make an ascent, make Jocelyn go with you, and see what happens.”
“Nothing would induce him to go, I am sure.”
“I think I could manage it, if you will only ask him.”
“I’ll take odds that you can’t,” declared Miss Anne emphatically.