He drew his horse a little nearer.
“Sometimes you're positively uncanny,” she added.
He laughed.
“I rather like that castles-in-Spain expression you wore,” he declared.
“Castles in Spain?”
“Or in some other place where the real estate is more valuable. Certainly not in Quicksands.”
“You are uncanny,” proclaimed Honora, with conviction.
“I told you you wouldn't like Quicksands,” said he.
“I've never said I didn't like it,” she replied. “I can't see why you assume that I don't.”
“You're ambitious,” he said. “Not that I think it a fault, when it's more or less warranted. Your thrown away here, and you know it.”