“I make nothing of your nonsense,” said I coldly.

“What? Nothing? And yonder sits its pretty and romantic inspiration? I am glad I have lived to see the maid who dealt you your first wound!”

“Do you fancy that I am in love?” said I defiantly.

“Why not admit what your lop-ears and moony mien yell aloud to the world entire?”

“Have you no common sense, Lana? Do you imagine a man can fall in love in a brief week?”

“I have been wondering,” said she coolly, “whether you have ever before seen her.”

“Continue to wonder,” said I bluntly.