He almost started at the touch of scornful provocation in the words and in the tone. A delightful indifference to what he was or wasn't fond of had made hitherto, by its very exclusions, so much possible between them.
"Do you?" he replied, his eyes still upon her bent figure. "Why?"
"You weren't aware of it?" she asked.
"I wasn't. I haven't been told of it before."
"Perhaps, it's only with me?" she suggested.
"Perhaps, it's only with you," he smiled. "How does it show?"
She made, with her slender nail, little moons in the sand.
"It doesn't show," she said, looking down at her finger; "one feels it."
"A general attitude of caution," he suggested playfully; "such as this."
"As what?" she enquired.