"Methinks Ware is enough," he said, with calm assertion.
She tossed her head in quick defiance. "Your penetration, Sir Aymer, is extraordinary—when it concerns others," she retorted.
"And when it concerns myself?"
She answered with a shrug.
He went over and leaned on the casement beside her.
"Just how stupid am I?" he asked.
She turned and measured him with slow eyes. "I am not sure it is stupidity," she remarked; "some might call it modesty."
He laughed. "And which does the Lady Mary Percy call it?"
"I can tell you better a year hence."
"Why so long a wait?"