"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."
She made him a bow from the saddle.
"I have not been without a reward, at least," she answered, and looked at him.
"I have," said he.
Honora smiled.
"I'm going to be your good angel, and help you get out of it," he continued.
"Get out of what?"