'You are like pansies, white and purple pansies.' It was then that Althea blushed.

Gerald noticed it at once.

Experienced flirt as he was he was quick to perceive such symptoms.

And, suddenly, it occurred to him that perhaps the reason she disapproved so much was the wish--unknown to herself, poor little innocent--that some one would flirt a little with her.

He felt quite sure that no one had ever flirted with Althea.