"So shall I--how you abuse us all here in New York----"
"I did not. You are teasing me again, Mr. Renault."
Defiant, smiling, her resentment was, after all, only partly real.
"We are becoming friends much too quickly to suit me," she said deliberately.
"But not half quickly enough to suit me," I said.
"Do you fancy that I take that silly speech as compliment, Mr. Renault?"
"Ah, no, madam! On such brief acquaintance I dare not presume to offer you the compliments that burn for utterance!"
"But you do presume to plague me--on such brief acquaintance!" she observed.
"I am punished," I said contritely.
"No, you are not! You are not punished at all, because I don't know how to, and--I am not sure I wish to punish you, Mr. Renault."
"Madam?"
"If you look at me so meekly I shall laugh. Besides, it is hypocritical. There is nothing meek about you!" I bowed more meekly than ever.
"Mr. Renault?"
"Madam?"
She picked up her plumed fan impatiently and snapped it open.
"If you don't stop being meek and answering 'Madam' I shall presently go distracted. Call me something else--anything--just to see how we like it. Tell me, do you know my first name?"
"Elsin," I said softly, and to my astonishment a faint, burning sensation stung my cheeks, growing warmer and warmer. I think she was astonished, too, for few men at twenty-three could color up in those days; and there was I, a hardened New Yorker of four years' adoption, turning pink like a great gaby at a country fair when his sweetheart meets him at the ginger bower!
To cover my chagrin I nodded coolly, repeating her name with a critical air--"Elsin," I mused, outwardly foppish, inwardly amazed and mad--"Elsin--um! ah!--very pretty--very unusual," I added, with a patronizing nod.
She did not resent it; when at last I made bold to meet her gaze it was pensive and serene, yet I felt somehow that her innocent blue eyes had taken my measure as a man--and not to my advantage.
"Your name is not a usual one," she said. "When I first heard it from Sir Peter I laughed."
"Why?" I said coldly.
"Why? Oh, I don't know, Mr. Renault! It sounded so very young--Carus Renault--it sounds so young and guileless----"
Speechless with indignation, I caught a glimmer under the lowered lids that mocked me, and I saw her mouth quiver with the laugh fluttering for freedom.
She looked up, all malice, and the pent laughter rippled.
"Very well," I said, giving in, "I shall take no pity on you in future."
"My dear Mr. Renault, do you think I require your pity?"