"I suppose she is, after a fashion.

I'm pretty sure of one thing." He spoke with abrupt force.

"She'd enjoy it a deal more if I were with her instead of Dacre." Monck laughed, a curt, dry laugh.

"Jealous, eh ?" "No, I'm not such a fool." The boy spoke recklessly.

"But I know--I can't help knowing--that she doesn't care twopence about the man.