“I don’t understand myself.”
“Can I explain you?” asked Roylands eagerly, drawing his chair a little nearer.[nearer.]
Helena hesitated, blushed, then made a very irrelevant remark.
“Tell me about Roylands.”
Maurice very nearly uttered a bad word, he was so angered at her coquetry, but, thinking the best way to pique her was to meet her with the same weapons as she used, at once acceded to her request, much to her secret dismay.
“Stupid!” thought the lady.
“Flirt!” thought the gentleman.
Decidedly[Decidedly] these two young people were at cross-purposes.
“Roylands,” said Maurice, pushing back his chair into its former place, “is a large park formerly owned by one of the Plantagenet kings.”
“What is a Plantagenet king?”