"Did you love me then?"
"No. Certainly not: how conceited you are."
"Then why did you notice my----"
"Oh, a woman always notices these things, when a man is nice."
"And you thought me nice?"
Lesbia fenced. "Good-looking, at all events. You wore a dark flannel suit striped with pale green."
"So I did," cried George, delighted, "it was at Mrs. Riordan's picnic near Bisham Abbey a year ago. And you were there."
Lesbia laughed and nursed her knees. "I must have been, since I can describe you so exactly. What did I wear, dear?"
"I don't know," said George promptly.
"Oh!" she was quite disappointed, "and you call yourself a lover?"