“Very well.”
“Are you annoyed?”
“No, Sweetness. It’s all right.”
“You are annoyed—disappointed! And I won’t have it. I—I couldn’t stand it—to have you displeased——”
He said pleasantly:
“I’m not displeased, Dulcie. And there’s no use discussing it. If you have the slightest feeling that way, when we go back to town I’ll do things like the Arethusa from somebody else——”
“Please don’t!” she exclaimed in such naïve alarm that he began to laugh and she blushed vividly.
“Oh, you are feminine, all right!” he said. “If it isn’t to be you it isn’t to be anybody.”
“I didn’t mean that.... Yes, I did!”
“Oh, Dulcie! Shame! You jealous!—even to the verge of sacrificing your own feelings——”