"Do you allow him to make these ribald remarks?" inquired Jack, waiting for her to extricate a stone from her shoe.
"Not usually," she answered. "He takes advantage when you are here." She dropped the pebble on top of O'Hara and strolled away with my lord.
As soon as they had rounded a corner in the shrubbery, she commenced the attack.
"I want to speak to you of Miles," she confided. "He is so worried."
"Is he, Molly? Faith, I hadn't noticed it!"
She reflected that neither had she, but continued, nothing daunted:
"Ah, but he is!"
"What worries him?"
"You," sighed the lady mournfully. "'Tis the thought of your leaving us. I feel it myself."
"Why—"