"There are lots of things about myself I haven't told you," he replied drily.
"What are they?" she asked. "You mustn't rouse my curiosity and then not satisfy it."
"You needn't worry. I shall tell you some day," he answered.
As Pansy talked to him she played battledore and shuttlecock with her racket and ball.
"When will that day be?" she asked. "The sooner, the better. It's bad for my health to be kept in a state of inquisitive suspense."
"The sooner the better will suit me admirably," he said. "For I shall tell you when we are—married."
Pansy just stared at him.
"Then I shall never hear," she said, when she had recovered her breath. "For I shall never get married. Never. At least, not before I'm forty."
There was a brief pause.
"Why are you avoiding me?" he asked presently.