“Have done, my dear! ’Tis of no avail, and ’tis impolite to press Mr. Carr too hard.”

Diana pouted.

“He is monstrous provoking, I think,” she said, and eyed him reproachfully.

“I am desolated,” mourned Jack, but his eyes danced.

“And now you are laughing!”

“But then, mademoiselle, so are you!”

She shook her head, resolutely repressing the dimple.

“Then I am inconsolable.”

The brown eyes sparkled and her lips parted in spite of her efforts to keep them in a stern line.