“Yes,” he admitted, “I’m afraid I was.”
“Names don’t matter—here, do they? The woods are impersonal. Can’t you and I be impersonal, too?”
“I suppose so, but my curiosity is rather natural—under the circumstances.”
“I don’t intend to gratify it.”
“Why not? My name——”
“Because—I prefer not,” she said firmly. And then: “These fish are delicious. Some more tea, please!”
He looked at her while she drank and then took the cup from her hand without replying. Her chin he discovered could fall very quickly into lines of determination. Her attitude amused him. She was, it seemed, a person in the habit of having things her own way and it even flattered him that she had discerned that he must acquiesce.
“You shall have your own way,” he laughed amusedly, “but if I call you ‘Hey, there,’ don’t be surprised.”
“I won’t,” she smiled.