"You forget he is India's cousin."
"No, I'm remembering that. His father had a devil of a temper and his mother was as wild as an unbroken colt when I met her."
"They weren't thieves, were they?" she flashed.
He gave her his frank smile. "You like this young man, Moya?"
"Yes. Why shouldn't I?"
"Why not—if you don't like him too well?"
"So that's why you came out here—sent by Lady Farquhar to scold me—and I thought you had come because you like to be with me."
"One reason doesn't preclude the other."
"I've known for several days she had it on her mind—ever since we saw Mr. Kilmeny on Sunbeam Creek."
"Come; let us reason together," he invited cheerfully. "We'll sit on the end of the wharf and dangle our legs while your guardian finishes his cigar and does his duty by you."