"I've made two exhibitions of myself since I knew you--" "_One_, Mr.Hamil.Please recollect that I am scarcely supposed to know how many exhibitions of yourself you may have made before we were formally presented." She stood still under a tree which drooped like a leaf-tufted umbrella, and she said, swinging her racket: "You will always have me at a disadvantage.

Do you know it ?" "That is utterly impossible!" "Is it?
Do you mean it ?" "I do with all my heart--" "Thank you; but do you mean it with all your logical intelligence, too ?" "Yes, of course I do." She stood, head partly averted, one hand caressing the smooth, pale-yellow fruit which hung in heavy clusters around her.

And all around her, too, the delicate white blossoms poured out fragrance, and the giant swallow-tail butterflies in gold and black fluttered and floated among the blossoms or clung to them as though stupefied by their heavy sweetness.
"I wish we had begun--differently," she mused.
"I don't wish it." She said, turning on him almost fiercely: "You persisted in talking to me in the boat; you contrived to make yourself interesting without being offensive--I don't know how you managed it! And then--last night--I was not myself....

And then--_that_ happened!" "Could anything more innocent have happened ?" "Something far more dignified could have happened when I heard you say 'Calypso.'" She shrugged her shoulders.

"It's done; we've misbehaved; and you will have to be dreadfully careful.