"You have answered me, Major Dalberg."
"No," said I, "I have not. You were angry at the instant, though you
chose to act otherwise. I thought so, then; I am sure of it now."
A feeble smile touched her lips. "Confess, that you then thought the
anger only assumed."
"Didn't you act deliberately to make me think so?"
"After you had kissed me," she said, half defiantly, "what mattered it
if I played it on to the end?"
"And you did it beautifully," I agreed.
"So beautifully that you intimated I proposed playing it all over again
with your friend Courtney."
"You wrong me there," I objected.
She shrugged her shoulders.
"I was annoyed at your going off with him."
She turned and looked me in the eyes. "You might, at least, spare me
the discourtesy of flippancy," she said.
"But I am serious, I assure you," I insisted.
She smiled incredulously. "I am so sorry to have bored you, Major
Dalberg----"
"But you don't understand----" I protested.
"Please let us drop the subject," she interrupted. "Don't you think
that a pretty view?" and she pointed with her crop to a mite of a lake
below us, flashing through the trees.
I hope I did not show in my face how willing I was to change the
subject; and I know I tried to keep it out of my voice.
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