"Aye, my lady, the Mall." Slowly, slowly her red lips curved, her gaze sank beneath his.
"You mean, I think, when I wore——"
"I do!" said he hastily.
"So you have not forgot?"
"Would to heaven I might!"
"And prithee why?"
"'Twas so unworthy your proud womanhood!"
My lady flushed, averted her head and walked on in a dignified silence until they reached the rustic bridge; here she paused to look down into the stilly pool.
"Heigho!" she sighed. The Major was silent and seeing how he frowned with his big chin out-thrust, she bit her lip and dimpled.
"The moon will be at the full to-night!" Still he didn't speak. "And when the moon is full I always feel excessive feminine and vapourish!" The Major, staring into the gloomy water, gloomed also. "And when I feel vapourish, chiding nauseates me and reproaches give me the megrims."