What of that ?" "Well, what of it?
Do you blush at the very thought ?" "I blush ?" He blinked, and his eyes were full of humour as they met her grave--almost sorrowing glance.

Then a full-hearted peal of laughter broke from him, and scared a flight of gulls from the rocks of Sheringham Hithe below.
"Oh, Cynthia! You'll kill me!" he gasped.

"Picture to yourself this Crispin Galliard blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl beset by her first lover.

Picture it, I say! As well and as easily might you picture old Lucifer warbling a litany for the edification of a Nonconformist parson." Her eyes were severe in their reproach.
"It is always so with you.

You laugh and jest and make a mock of everything.