"I am going away. The Rosalind you remember is going a long way from the lake, and you will never see her again."
"But you have an engagement; when the new moon—"
"But the little feather of the new moon is under a cloud, and you can not see it; and Rosalind must always be Helen now."
"But this won't do, Rosalind. Ours was more than an engagement; it was a solemn compact," I insisted.
"Oh, not so very solemn!" she laughed. "And then you have the other girl that isn't just me—the girl of the daylight, that you ride and sail with and play tennis with."
"Oh, I haven't her; I don't want her—"
"Treacherous man! Volatile Irishman!"
"Marvelous, adorable Rosalind!"
"That will do, Mr. Donovan"—and then with a quick change of tone she asked abruptly:
"You are not afraid of trouble, are you?"