Prudence put down her whip and gloves. “What’s this?”
“My elderly admirer!” said Robin in an ecstasy, and gave up a note. “Read, my little one!”
Prudence gave a chuckle over the amorous note. “Robin, you rogue!”
“I was made to be a breaker of hearts,” sighed Robin.
“Oh, this one was cracked many times before!”
Robin tilted his head a little; the merry devil looked out of his limpid blue eyes. “I’ve a mind to enthrall the mountain,” he said softly.
“You won’t do it. He’s more like to unmask you than to worship at your shameless feet,” Prudence answered.
“Oh? Here’s a change of front, by my faith! Unmask me, is it? Now why?”
“John was right. The gentleman’s wide awake for all we think him so dull.”
“So?” Robin awaited more. She told him of the incident at cards the night before. He listened in silence, but shrugged a careless shoulder at the end. “I don’t see a great deal to that. Easy enough to see your game if he stood at your elbow. Did you fleece the wolf?”