"How cold you are."
"I am far from feeling so, any way," said Roland, with a sigh.
"Can't make you out, by Jove! In the Chateau de St. Eustache, unless I am very much mistaken, you have gone in for some very effective bits of flirtation, in which the inconstant moon played no inconsiderable part."
"Flirtation, Logan? I never could flirt with Aurelia Darnell."
"Indeed!" said the other incredulously; "why?"
"Because I love her too sincerely."
"Yet you never go near that house where you have often acted almost as host to the whole garrison, and where that horrible Yankee Colonel has the field all to himself."
"Oh! he is a cousin of some sort—but what the devil is he to me?"
"Well—he is a good shot I hear."
"A shot—d—n him!" said Ronald, with considerable irritation of manner; "I would think very little of parading him on the other side of the Canadian frontier."