No answer—only a faint toss of the ruddy tresses.
"And to me also," he repeated.
She surveyed him ignoringly—and turned away, eyebrows lifted.
De Lacy smiled and waited.
Presently she gave him a quick, sidelong glance. He was gazing idly toward the river… Again she looked … and again—each time a trifle more deliberately… Finally she faced him.
"You are unusually disagreeable to-day," she said.
"I am sorry," he answered instantly. "I do not wish to be."
It was so contrary to what she had expected that she halted in sheer surprise.
"I wonder," she said musingly… "I wonder …" then she laughed forgivingly. "Come, let us cease this constant banter. We have been at it ever since we met, and it profits nothing to our friendship."
"With all my heart," he exclaimed, taking her hand and pressing it with light fingers.