“What they’re saying about you,” she went on.
He laughed uneasily. “Yes, of course, if it’s something dreadful enough.”
“Oh, it isn’t dreadful, Phil, only so enchantingly sinful that it doesn’t sound like you in the least.”
“No, Nina. It isn’t true. Enchanting sin and I are strangers. Miss Loring and I have just been talking about original sin in saddle-horses. I contend——”
“Phil, I won’t be diverted in this way. I believe it’s true.”
“Then what’s the use of questioning me?”
“I’m foolish enough to want you to deny it.”
“Even if it is an enchanting sin? You might at least let me flatter myself that much.”
Miss Jaffray’s long eyes closed the fraction of an inch, as she surveyed him aslant through her lashes, then her lips broke into a smile which showed her small and perfectly even teeth.
“You shan’t evade me any longer. I’m insanely jealous, Phil. Who was the girl you got lost with in the woods?”