"Bible-oath I'm not. It's too safely tucked under the piano!"
"My God!" he repeated softly, ignoring her incurable frivolity. "Has he said anything?"
"No. But it's plain they're both smitten more or less."
"Smitten be damned."
"Lance! I won't have Arúna insulted. Let me tell you she's charming and cultivated; much better company than Floss. And I love her like a daughter——"
"Would you have her marry Roy?" he flung out wrathfully.
"Of course not. But still——"
"Me—perhaps?" he queried with such fine scorn that she burst out laughing.
"You priceless gem! You are the unadulterated Anglo-Indian!"
"Well—what else would I be? What else are you, by the same token?"