But the young man made no move to serve himself.

Indeed he sat at the other side of the rock-table and produced his pipe.
"Why don't you eat ?" demanded Colina.
"There is plenty of time," he said, blushing.
"But why wait ?" "Well--there's only one knife and fork." "Is that all ?" said Colina coolly.

"We can pass them back and forth--can't we ?" Starting up and dropping the pipe in his pocket he flashed a look of extraordinary rapture on her that brought Colina's eyelids fluttering down like winged birds.

He was a disconcerting young man.

Resentment moved her, but she couldn't think of anything to say.
They ate amicably, passing the utensils back and forth.
After a while Colina asked: "Do you know who I am ?" "Of course," he said.