"Why, no—"
"Yes, you did! But I supposed you knew."
"Knew what, Eileen?" "What I meant."
"You meant that I am hors de concours."
"I didn't!"
"But I am, child. I was, long ago."
She looked up: "Do you really think that, Captain Selwyn? If you do—I am glad."
He laughed outright. "You are glad that I'm safely past the spooning age?" he inquired, moving forward.
She halted: "Yes. Because I'm quite sure of you if you are; I mean that I can always keep you for myself. Can't I?"
She was smiling and her eyes were clear and fearless, but there was a wild-rose tint on her cheeks which deepened a little as he turned short in his tracks, gazing straight at her.