"How do you know that? Another may have seen them though you and I never did!"
"You are making game of me! You think to make me believe anything you choose!"
"Will you tell me something you do believe?"
"That you may prove immediately that I do not believe it!" she retorted, with more insight than he had expected. "—You are not very entertaining!"
"Would you like me to tell you a story then?"
"Will it be nonsense?"
"No."
"I should like a little nonsense."
"You are an angel of goodness, and as wise as you are lovely!" said
Ian.
She turned upon him, and opened wide at him her great black eyes, in which were mingled defiance and question.