"Do you think I know nothing?" she said, with the ghost of a smile.
He had the grace to redden.
They made Jack tell them his dream. They laughed, and the tension was relieved. They were all grateful for something else to talk about. There was one thing in the dream that Jack left out.
"Who was the woman who kept pulling at your sleeve?" asked Mary.
Jack lied. "Nobody I know," he said lightly. "One of King David's five hundred wives, I suppose."
Davy laughed, but Mary looked affronted. "You're confusing David with Solomon," she said coldly.
Jack looked at her uneasily. This was she whom he had dismissed merely as one of the girls of the country!
"And he sat up and hugged me as if I was a girl," Davy put in with relish.
Jack and Mary looked away from each other and blushed, but for different reasons.
They could not long keep away from the subject that filled their minds. "Blest if I can understand it," murmured Jack.