Then she flushed, conscious that the remark had been ill-advised.
Falloden, who was sitting erect and rather sombre, his reins lying loosely on his horse's neck, said slowly-- "He is probably thinking all sorts of foolish things, which aren't true.
I wish they were." Connie's eyes were shining with a suppressed excitement.
"He supposes at any rate we have had a good time, and in fact--we haven't.

Is that what you mean ?" "If you like to put it so." "And we haven't had a good time, because--unfortunately--we've quarrelled!" "I should describe it differently.

There are certain proofs and tests of friendship that any friend may ask for.

But when they are all refused--" "Friendship itself is strained!" laughed Constance, looking round at her companion.

She was breathing quickly.