“I English! You did not think I was English the other night?”
“No.”
“What did you think I was?”
“A little fairy princess.”
“But when my sleeve caught fire, and you took me in your arms and put it out; you did not think I was a fairy then?”
“No,” said Lauriston, stupefied by the daring of her childish coquetry.
“Well, what did you think I was then?”
“A poor little creature in danger through my blundering.”
“And what did you think of me when I said: ‘Away; leave my presence?’ ” asked she, imitating the stately tone and attitude she had used.
“I thought you a very dignified young lady.”