"I'm not unmoral, am I?"
"Well—your philosophy sounds Pagan."
"Does it? Then, as you say, perhaps I'd better run if anything resembling love threatens me."
"The nymphs ran—in Pagan times."
"And the gods ran after them," returned Valerie, laughing. "I've a very fine specimen of god as a friend, by the way—a Protean gentleman with three quick-change stunts. He's a perfectly good god, too, but he never ran after me or tried to kiss me."
"You don't mean Querida, then."
"No. He's no god."
"Demi-god."
"Not even that," said Valerie; "he's a sentimental shepherd who likes to lie with his handsome head in a girl's lap and make lazy eyes at her."
"I know," nodded Rita. "Look out for that shepherd."