“Doubtless. How can you be so fond of finery? I believe you are corrupting me into a taste for it. I used to hate every such thing before I knew you.”
“I like ornaments, because I want people to admire what you possess, and envy you, and say, ‘I wish I was he.’”
“I suppose I ought not to object after that. And how much longer are you going to look in there at yourself?”
“Until you are tired of holding me? Oh, I want to ask you something.” And she turned round. “Now tell truly, won’t you? What colour of hair do you like best now?”
Knight did not answer at the moment.
“Say light, do!” she whispered coaxingly. “Don’t say dark, as you did that time.”
“Light-brown, then. Exactly the colour of my sweetheart’s.”
“Really?” said Elfride, enjoying as truth what she knew to be flattery.
“Yes.”
“And blue eyes, too, not hazel? Say yes, say yes!”