"No. How could I when——"
"I showed my love in a hundred ways," she said, with a playful laugh. "Oh, Lord Prelice, how very little you know of women."
"I know more than is good for me," he murmured, smiling.
"What?"
"That is, Lord Prelice does," he protested, hedging; "but George is an innocent boy, who knows nothing."
"Who is George?"
"I am." And he kissed her again, victoriously.
Mona laughed happily. "I am afraid that George is not so innocent as he makes himself out to be."
"Teach him to be good, my darling."
"A hard task you set me—George," she lingered lovingly over the name; "and oh, what you must think of me, who take so much for granted."