Fanny pouted.
“You are afraid I will fall in love with you,” she said audaciously.
“More likely it would be the other way,” he replied with automatic gallantry.
“Well—why not?”
“My dear Miss Edis, there is no more harrowing experience than being in love with two women at once.”
“As if such a thing could be!”
“Common enough outside of books.”
“Well— You might love me on Nevis and keep Julia for London. That is where she belongs.”
Again Tay stared at her. She had the heady magnetism of youth. She was a part of the gorgeous tropic scene. He reflected that if he had met Fanny first, and on Nevis, he certainly should have flirted with her. He did not take girls very seriously, having been trained by the cool flirtatious young heads of his own race. That Fanny was in love with him never entered his mind. Little did he guess the pickle he was mixing for himself when he finally raised that brown little hand to his lips.
“By all means let us have our comedy,” he said. “I am game if you are.”