"I was!"
"You didn't show it."
"Only an idiot of a girl would. But I was—very—greatly—impressed," she continued, with a delightfully pompous emphasis on every word, "very—greatly—impressed by the tall and fashionable and elegant and agreeably symmetrical Mr. Desboro, owner of the celebrated collection of arms and armour——"
"I knew it!"
"Knew what?"
"You never even took the trouble to look at me until you found out that the armour belonged to me——"
"That is what ought to have been true. But it wasn't."
"Did you actually——"
"Yes, I did. Not the very second I laid eyes on you——" she added, blushing slightly, "but—when you went away—and afterward—that evening when I was trying to read Grenville on Armour."
"You thought of me, Jacqueline?"