"It is most kind of you to put it like that. But I see it in every movement, every word. She imitates you unconsciously—I became curious to see so excellent a model, though I had resolved not to meet you. No, no, please, don't misunderstand."
"I don't," she said mischievously. "You have now given me three reasons for seeing me. You need give me none for not seeing me."
"But you must understand," he said, colouring again, "how painful all this has been for me—"
"Not seeing me?" she interpolated innocently.
"The—the whole thing," he stammered.
"Yes, parents are tiresome," she said sympathetically.
He came nearer the music-stool.
"Are they not? They came down every year for the Eights."
"Is that at Oxford?"
"Yes."