"She's rather dark. Rather handsome, too. And she appears rather nice."
"Women of that class always appear superior to men of the same class," observed Miss Erith. "I suppose really they are not superior to the male of the species."
"I've always thought they were," he said.
"Men might think so."
He smiled: "Quite right, Yellow-hair; woman only is competent to size up woman. The trouble is that no man really believes this."
"Don't you?"
"I don't know. Tell me, what shall we do after luncheon?"
"Oh, the moors—please, Kay!"
"What!" he exclaimed laughingly; "you're already a victim to Glenark moors!"
"Kay, I adore them! … Are you tired? … Our time is short-our day of sunshine. I want to drink in all of it I can … before we—"