'How are you perverse now?' he asked in a very disengaged tone.
'I have been pretty nearly as perverse as I could be, all these two days!' said Wych Hazel. 'Fighting everybody and everything. I dressed just as much as good taste would let me, because I never can put your friend down in a plain dress. And I have answered five hundred questions.And I never thought about stockings in that way.I thought one must have stockings!' said Hazel, putting out her dainty foot and looking down at it ruefully. But then the brown eyes came eagerly back to him. 'Do you think I shall, Olaf?' she repeated.
Gently, very fondly, he gathered her into his arms and held her close. And without saying a word, his manner gave assurance of contentment enough to satisfy any woman.
'Then you are not going to scold me?' he asked at length, without releasing her.
'For what?'
'Bringing you into such perverse circumstances.'
Hazel looked at him wistfully. 'I knew how it would be,' she said. 'I knew myself. That was why I said no. At least, partly why.'
'Do you regret my action?'
'I was naughty enough yesterday morning to hope you would,' said
Hazel with a confessing laugh.
'I told Prim just now, privately, that if we ever went that journey I spoke of, she should go too.'