“You play it every minute!”

“I? When, pray?”

“When I came to Croghan’s this afternoon there were you the centre of ‘em all; and one ass in boots and spurs to wave your fan for you — oh, la! And another of Franklin’s, in his Wyandotte finery, to fetch and carry; and a dozen more young fools all ogling and sighing at your feet — — ”

Her lips parted in a quick, nervous laugh:

“Was that the way I seemed? Truly, Euan? Were you jealous? And I scarce heeding one o’ them, but my eyes on the doorway, watching for you!”

“Oh, Lois! How can you say that to me — — ”