"Oh, I do wish she wouldn't do so!" he exclaimed.
"Do what?"
"Why, go on so with Lord Maxwell. Of course everybody notices it."
"And his wife in sulphur springs," laughed Lawrence.
The girl glanced at him quickly, and then laughed.
"That's what Lee told me," Lawrence explained. Then he added, with some edge to his tone, "I suppose no one but an Englishman would have the courage to shave such a chin as he wears. Most of us poor men-folks would let a beard hide that. Why, it makes him look almost imbecile."
And again Lawrence had the unpleasant consciousness that he was speaking childishly.
Carolyn leaned a little towards her companion. She smiled charmingly, as she said, in a bantering tone, "Don't let us care anything about the Maxwell chin."
Then they both laughed.
It was an hour later in the day that Prudence, walking down towards the shore, came upon Lawrence, sitting on the ground, placidly smoking a cigar.