"Then I'm afraid this mixture of sea and mountain air does not agree with you. Too exciting for your nerves perhaps."
"I don't think it is that," with a still fainter sigh.
"Then the peacocks' feathers must be to blame. Why don't you throw your fan into the fire?"
"Not for worlds," said Dopsy.
"Why not?"
"First, because it cost a guinea," naïvely, "and then because it is associated with quite the happiest period of my life."
"You said just now you had been unhappy since you owned it."
"Only by fits and starts. Too utterly happy at other times."
"If I say another word she will dissolve into tears again," thought Angus. "I shall have to leave Mount Royal: a man in weak health is no match for a young woman of this type. She will get me into a corner and declare I have proposed to her."
He got up and went over to the table, where Mr. Montagu was just finishing the game, with a break which had left Dopsy free for flirtation during the last ten minutes.