But it was a very remorseful flushed face that came to the table.
'Done him good and given him pleasure!' she repeated;'teased his life out, would be nearer the mark.'
'That did him good,' said Dane dryly. 'That is the way you expect to give me pleasure, you know.'
From under a queer little lift of her eyebrows, Hazel looked up at him. 'Is it?' she said with equal dryness.
'Does the leopard change his spots?'
'The other half of the simile is more like me,' said Hazel, 'however, if you prefer this But given the spots, the pleasure may be to seek.'
'I can find it, as fast as you find the spots. Will you have cheese with your soup?'
Hazel thought within herself, declining the cheese, that the day when she ventured any of her old pranks with that particular person, was somewhat remote. Would she ever be "true witch" again, she wondered?
'You forget,' she said. 'You told me once yourself that you thought very few men could stand it.'
'I meantexcept me,' said Dane with great coolness.