Will you excuse me if I go on with my rolling, just to keep up appearances?
I can talk as I roll." "You may, if you are fond of soliloquizing," she said, turning away as he rose.
"Seriously, Agatha, you must not tell the others about me." "Do not call me Agatha," she said impetuously.

"What shall I call you, then ?" "You need not address me at all." "I need, and will.

Don't be ill-natured." "But I don't know you.

I wonder at your--" she hesitated at the word which occurred to her, but, being unable to think of a better one, used it--"at your cheek." He laughed, and she watched him take a couple of turns with the roller.
Presently, refreshing himself by a look at her, he caught her looking at him, and smiled.

His smile was commonplace in comparison with the one she gave him in return, in which her eyes, her teeth, and the golden grain in her complexion seemed to flash simultaneously.