"What do you mean?"
"It's not mine. It's Shakespeare's. By the way, you wanted to say something."
"I do! Tell him I didn't mean it."
She flitted away and Toby gasped.
"Tell who? Didn't mean what? Things are getting mixed. Thank you, I'll take a glass of sherry."
How we all act in this world. Here were four people, each with individual ideas regarding the situation, and yet they chatted about the weather, the crops, the country--about everything except what they were thinking about. Mrs. Belswin and Toby did most of the talking, but Kaituna and Archie put in a word every now and then for the sake of appearances.
At last the young men took their departure, and when left alone with Kaituna, Mrs. Belswin drew her caressingly to her breast.
"I like your prince, my dear."
"I don't."
"Oh, Kaituna, you've been quarrelling."