“I don’t know; I only feel it.”

“Very well, asthore. If you can tease Jack into staying, I’ll bless ye.”

“That will be most enjoyable, I make no doubt!” she answered, and stepped back out of reach.

“Oh, thank you, John!” She tied the hat over her curls, and placed her hand on my lord’s arm. “Lazy Miles is going to sleep again!” she said. “And I so dislike to hear him snore, so let’s go a long way away⁠—into the rose garden!”

“Don’t go so far as all that!” drawled Miles, closing his eyes. “You will tire yourselves.”

“Do you allow him to make these ribald remarks?” inquired Jack, waiting for her to extricate a stone from her shoe.

“Not usually,” she answered. “He takes advantage when you are here.” She dropped the pebble on top of O’Hara and strolled away with my lord.