"I couldn't do that," said Louis, laughing, "if I were to try."
"Well, what does it matter, Louis? If I don't mind it, why should anybody else?"
They came now to one of the large dark pools.
"What a ghastly hole!" he said. "Just the place to tempt a fellow to commit suicide."
"Now, Louis! That is our best lake, the Derwentwater of these parts."
"Derwentwater, indeed!" said Louis, scornfully. "Look here, Marjorie! I don't like your being here at all."
"I assure you, Louis, there is no need to pity me."
Then Louis suddenly changed his tone.
"Marjorie."
"Yes, Louis."