He was far more interested in her than in her story, for as she went on speaking his numbness had disappeared, and he was conscious of a mixture of liking, pity, and distrust.

"You've promised to marry both Oliver and Perrott ?" he concluded.
"Not exactly promised," said Evelyn.

"I can't make up my mind which I really like best.

Oh how I detest modern life!" she flung off.

"It must have been so much easier for the Elizabethans! I thought the other day on that mountain how I'd have liked to be one of those colonists, to cut down trees and make laws and all that, instead of fooling about with all these people who think one's just a pretty young lady.