"Because we always quarrel when we meet, and that is called a Scots mode of wooing, isn't it?"
"So our nurses used to say, long ago."
"And were they right?"
"Now, dear Cosmo, let us talk of something else, if you please," she urged pleadingly.
"Why so?"
"A dangerous topic has a strange fascination for you."
"Dangerous?"
"Unpleasant, at least," said Flora, pettishly.
Cosmo flung the "Eighteen Manœuvres" of Lieutenant-General Dundas very angrily and ignominiously to the extreme end of the library, and folding his arms stood haughtily erect before Flora, whose bright eyes were fixed on his, with a smiling expression of fear and perplexity combined.
"Can it be possible," he began, "I ask you, can it be possible, Miss Warrender——"