“You do so! You have done so ever since we met. I ask you why?” I repeated, curbing my temper.

“Lord!” she murmured, shaking her head. “The young man is surely going stark! A girl in my condition — such a girl as I mock at an officer and a gentleman? No, it is beyond all bounds; and this young man is suffering from the sun.”

“Were it not,” said I angrily, “that common humanity brought me here and bids me remain for the moment, I would not endure this.”

“Heaven save us all!” she sighed. “How very young is this young man who comes complaining here that he is mocked — when all I ventured was to marvel that he had found a wild rose-bud so rare and precious!”