"With old Feathers! Good Lord, you'd have been safe enough with him!"
Her face quivered. Would there never be anything she could do or say that would move him in the slightest?
"Perhaps that's how I felt about you and Mrs. Heriot," she said sharply.
Chris laughed again.
"Well, I never thought you'd be jealous of her, certainly," he said.
She turned on him with flashing eyes.
"I'm not jealous of her! How dare you say such a thing!"
"My dear girl"—Chris was utterly amazed—"isn't that what I've just said—that I didn't think you were jealous of her? What a little spitfire you are!"
She had never looked at him like that before, and he was rather interested to discover that she had got it in her to flare out.
"What would you like to do to-day?" he asked presently. "We don't seem to have gone about much, though we've been here nearly three weeks."