“Oh,” Miss Macroyd protested, “this is consulting the weakness of our sex.”
“In the fury of the onset we’ll forget it,” Verrian reassured her.
“Do you think you really will, Mr. Verrian?” she asked. “What is all our athletic training to go for if you do?”
Mrs. Westangle read on:
“The terms of capitulation can be arranged on the ground, whether the castle is carried or the assailing party are made prisoners by its defenders.”
“Hopeless captivity in either case!” Bushwick lamented.
“Isn’t it rather academic?” Miss Macroyd asked of Verrian, in a low voice.
“I’m afraid, rather,” he owned.
“But why are you so serious?” she pursued.
“Am I serious?” he retorted, with a trace of exasperation; and she laughed.