"Well?" enquired Terrington.
"Well, a woman's only got to let a man see she thinks he's afraid of anything to put him at it. I let 'em all see," she said, smiling.
He looked at her hard.
"You think I couldn't?" she challenged.
"I've never thought of anything you couldn't," he said simply.
She looked at him, laughing softly. Then, raising herself on her wrists, poised her dainty figure above the table, letting it swing between her arms, while she met with the fluttering twist of a smile the intent displeasure in his eyes.
"What did you do it for?" he asked.
She pushed herself back along the polished table till her knees and knuckles were side by side.
"What does a woman ever do anything for?" she retorted, leaning over her perch with her elbows upon her knees. "To show she can," she added, as he offered no solution. "I was going to let you see you weren't the king of Sar."
"Good God," he groaned in weary bewilderment. "Where's Sir Colvin?"