She said, "I was kept—indeed, I was so much annoyed—and—and I may only stay a moment."
She sat down beside him, casting a furtive glance over her shoulder at the god upon his pedestal.
"What a nuisance, that intruding cupid still there?"
"Wings and arrows too," said Hastings, unheeding her motion to be seated.
"Wings," she murmured, "oh, yes—to fly away with when he's tired of his play. Of course it was a man who conceived the idea of wings, otherwise Cupid would have been insupportable."
"Do you think so?"
"Ma foi, it's what men think."
"And women?"
"Oh," she said, with a toss of her small head, "I really forget what we were speaking of."
"We were speaking of love," said Hastings.