'Nonsense. Once I heard you playing scales in the drawing-room, and once I positively saw you peeping at me through the curtains.'
'Why didn't you make a face at me?' she asked.
'You're not going to trouble to deny it?'
'It's perfectly true.'
Dick could not help giving a little laugh. He didn't quite know whether he wanted to kiss Julia Crowley or to shake her.
'And may I ask why you've treated me in this abominable fashion?' he asked blandly.
She looked at him sideways from beneath her long eyelashes. Dick was a man who appreciated the artifices of civilisation in the fair sex, and he was pleased with her pretty hat and with the flounces of her muslin frock.
'Because I chose,' she smiled.
He shrugged his shoulders and put on an air of resignation.
'Of course if you're going to make yourself systematically disagreeable unless I marry you, I suppose I must bow to the inevitable.'