"How do you know how old I am?"
Cosmo asked himself if she would ever wink those black eyes of hers.
"I know that you are not a hundred years old."
This struck her as humorous, because there was a sound as of a faint giggle which, generally speaking, is a silly kind of sound but in her case had a disturbing quality. It was followed by the hoarse declaration:
"Aunt didn't. I told Uncle. I looked a lot at you in the morning. Why didn't you look at me?"
"I was afraid of being indiscreet," said Cosmo readily, concealing his astonishment.
"What silliness," she commented scornfully. "And this evening too! I was looking at you all the time and you did nothing but look at all those witches here, one after another."
"I find all the ladies in the room perfectly charming," said Cosmo.
"You lie. I suppose you do nothing else from morning till night."
"I am sorry you have such a bad opinion of me, but it being what it is, hadn't I better go away?"