“Ah, you ought to have a lecture every day if it benefits you in this way. You are much pleasanter as Sancho Panza than as Don Quixote.”
“Explain!”
“Well, the squire was always merry, and the knight doleful; so I like you as the former more than the latter.”
“I am afraid we have changed characters, Crispin. You are the Knight of the Rueful Countenance now.”
“Eunice”—
“Cela va sans dire,” said Maurice, leaning his elbows on the balustrade. “Oh, do not look so astonished, Monsieur Cupid! I am not so blind but what I can see how things stand between you and Psyche.”
“You take credit to yourself when none is due,” replied Crispin significantly. “Mr. Carriston drew your attention to our position. You did not see it for yourself.”
“That is true enough; but how did you guess that the Rector told me?”
“Because you were too much wrapped up in yourself to notice unhappy lovers.”
“Unhappy lovers?”