"Rot!"
"Oh! you were pleased, then?"
"I don't say as I was, or wasn't."
"You're rather like the Sphinx."
"What's that?"
"Enigmatic."
She didn't understand, and looked rather cross.
"I told you I wasn't looking at you," she exclaimed pettishly.
"Then you told a lie," Julian said, with supreme gravity. "Think of that,
Cuckoo."
"And what would you ever tell me but lies if I was to ask you things?" she rejoined quickly.