"Anything on the table, that is?"
The smile rippled into a laugh. "Take anything in the room," she said; "there is none of them mine."
He drew a chair up to the table.
"May I," he said, "sit here a moment, while the Council waits?"
"If you wish," she answered; "you will have to answer to the Council."
He leaned back, and looked at her silently.
"Miss Stirling," he said, presently, "you are a flirt."
"What is that to you, sir?" she demanded.
He ignored the question. "You have half the young men of Annapolis ready to pink one another, and praying but for an excuse."
"Again, sir, what is that to you?"