“Why not? Your very name implies a nationality in which elegance, graceful wit, and taste are all inherent.” And she curtsied very low to Lois.

For a moment the girl stood motionless, her slender forefinger crook’d in thought across her lips. Then she glanced at me; the pink spots on her cheeks deepened, and her lips parted in a breathless smile.

“It will give me a pleasure to do honour to any wish expressed by anybody,” she said. “Am I to compose a toast, Euan?”

I gazed at her in surprise; Major Parr said loudly: “That’s the proper spirit!”

And, “Write for us a toast to love!” cried Boyd.

But Lana coolly proposed