"Whoever she is," he proceeded, "Zo wonders why you don't kiss her." This specimen of Benjulia's attempts at pleasantry was not exactly to Ovid's taste.

He shifted the topic to his little sister.

"You were always fond of Zo," he said.
Benjulia looked thoroughly puzzled.

Fondness for anybody was, to all appearance, one of the few subjects on which he had not qualified himself to offer an opinion.

He gave his head another savage rub, and returned to the subject of the young lady.