"'Time, tide, and dinner at the manor wait for no man,'" he quoted maliciously.
"That is one advantage in being a woman," she promptly retorted.
She was radiant to-night in a gown of silver and blue. From under level brows her eyes shone like stars, and some slight inward tremor of excitement flushed her sweet face with unusual color. Her soft yellow hair was gathered up in a simple coil, little tendrils of it curling upon her forehead and on her neck.
"What a bonny little lass she is," thought Farr, surprised by the sudden feeling of tenderness which took possession of him.
Then dinner was announced, and, with a half cynical smile at his own susceptibility, he pulled himself together, and offered her his arm.
"Why, I am quite in the navy, am I not?" she asked archly, as she took her place between Farr and Dudley.
"You honor it," Farr returned.
Jean's brows contracted with a slight frown. "That savors of flattery, Mr. Farr."
"I especially dislike your accusation, Miss Lawrence."
"Then I must be more careful not to run counter to your prejudices hereafter."