She gazed backward at the shore with eyes that saw not.
Suddenly a soft voice spoke at her shoulder.

"What! Still sulking?
Do you know you are remarkably like a boy ?" She turned with a great start, meeting the eyes she feared.

"I don't know what you mean," she said, drawing sharply back.
He laughed his smooth, easy laugh.

"I mean that you are behaving like a cub in need of chastisement.

Do you seriously think I am going to put up with it--from a chit like you ?" She looked him up and down with a single flashing glance of clear scorn.
"How much do you think I am going to put up with ?" she said.
He leaned his arms upon the rail in an attitude of supreme complacence.
"I may be the villain of the piece," he observed, "but I have no desire to be melodramatic.