"Why, it amuses me." Alison still looked at him sideways. "Don't you know why?"
He did not choose to answer.
"Indeed, then, if I am nought to you why do you care what folks say of you and me?"
Harry made a step towards her. "You mean to have it again, do you?" he muttered.
"Pray, sir, what?" and still she looked sideways.
"What you dragged out of me in the wood."
"Dragged out of—oh!" She blushed, she drew back, and so had occasion to do something with her cloak which let a glimpse of white neck and bosom come into the light. "You flatter us both indeed."
"I'll tell you the truth of us both"—he, too, was flushed: "you are a curst coquette and I am a curst fool."
Now she met his eyes fairly, and in hers there was no more laughter, but she smiled with her lips: "I think you know yourself better than you know me."
Harry gripped her hands. "You go about to make me mad with desire for you, you—"