She was a creature all compounded of sudden changing moods; I did not know when they were true, when feigned in sport or to further some device.

She came near now and bent over my chair, saying gently, "Alas, I'm very wicked! I couldn't help the folk cheering me, Simon.
Surely it was no fault of mine ?" "You had no need to look out of the window of the coach," said I sternly.
"But I did that with never a thought.

I wanted the air.

I----" "Nor to jest and banter.

It was mighty unseemly, I swear." "In truth I was wrong to jest with them," said Nell remorsefully.