"I'm afraid not. But you'll lose your heart to Monsieur Beaucaire, though he's only a Frenchman!"
She shook an obstinate head.
"I won't!"
At the end of the first act he turned to her. A little faint pink colour dyed her cheeks, her eyes were wide and bright.
"Well? How about your heart?"
"I—I haven't! I won't!"
"I love him!" said Molly. "And oh, I loathe that wicked Duke of Winterset!"
When the curtain went down at the end of the first scene of the second act, he turned to her again. Her eyes were brighter, her cheeks pinker than before. She refused to look at him.
"It's only two minutes," Ted said. "Miss Sheila Patricia?" he finished with an uplifting of brows.
"I—I haven't! You are a very intruding boy!"