"Do you think you'll like us?" she asked saucily; "or do you hate us already?"
"Not the slightest doubt of my liking you, Miss Rivett; but how about your liking us?"
"Your cousins are most bewitching and bewildering.... You seem to be nice—are you?"
"Very," he said, laughing. "I'm glad you gave me an opportunity of saying so, because otherwise it might not have been perfectly clear to you."
"I am rather fastidious," she said. "How well do you dance?"
"My grace in that praiseworthy pastime is ursine."
"Really?"
"Unbearably."
"You are very British, aren't you?"
"Do you refer to my little play upon words?"