"She might, only I'm not going to ask her. There's not much amusement in watching her flirting with you in some old church. Besides she'd admire the altar-cloth because it would make such a lovely dress, and the jewels of the shrine because they would look so charming on her own neck. No. I am not going to have my enjoyment spoilt by the everlasting chatter of a woman's tongue."
"You're horribly severe," said Angus wincing. "You don't like Miss Sheldon."
"As a pretty woman, yes. As a companion, no. She's a coquette.'
"Oh, I don't think so."
"Don't you? Well, wait a week. Your disenchantment will soon commence."
"She's a true woman," declared Macjean hotly.
"And therefore capricious. My dear lad, the two things are inseparable. But once more--for the third time. What about Cantari?"
The young man looked at the blue sky above, the blue lake below, the brilliantly-coloured flowers, and ultimately brought his eyes back to Eustace.
"I'll come if you like," he said awkwardly.
"Oh, don't trouble," replied Eustace curtly, springing to his feet, "I'll go alone," and he walked off in a huff, Otterburn making no attempt to stop him.