"I think that we won't discuss Eve, Marie-Louise."
"Then I'll discuss her in a poem. Lend me a pencil, please."
He gave her the pencil and a prescription pad, and she set to work. She read snatches to him as she progressed. It was remarkably clever, with a constantly recurring refrain.
"Let me watch my sheep," said the lover, "my sheep on the hills."
The verses went on to relate that the girl, finding her shepherd dilatory, turned her attention to another swain, and at last she flouts the shepherd.
"Go watch your sheep, laggard lover, your sheep on the hills."
She laid the verses aside as Tony and Win joined them.
"Three rubbers, and Pip and Eve are ahead."
"Isn't Eve coming?"
"She said she was coming up soon."