"I am not going to marry Mr.Lewis Haystoun, and I am not going to talk to you any more." And she turned round with a flaming face to the cool depths of the wood.
"Then it is that fellow Stocks.

Oh, Lord!" groaned Arthur, irritated into bad manners.

"You can't mean it, Alice.

He's not fit to black your boots." Some foolish impulse roused the girl to reply.

She defended the very man against whom all the evening she had been unreasonably bitter.