The nonchalant enquiry sent the blood in another hot wave to her cheeks. Had she ever presumed to be angry with this godlike person? "For what?" she asked, her voice very low. He leaned towards her. "Did I only fancy that by some evil chance I had offended you?" She kept her eyes lowered. "I thought you were the offended one," she said. "I?" She caught the note of surprise in his voice, and it sent a very curious little sense of shame through her. With an effort she raised her eyes. "Yes. I thought you were offended. You went by me this morning without seeing me." His look was very intent, almost as if he were searching for something; but it did not disconcert her as she had half-expected to be disconcerted. His eyes were more caressing than dominant just then. "What if I didn't see you because I didn't dare?" he said. That gave her confidence. "I should think you couldn't be so silly as that," she said with decision. He smiled a little. "Thank you, _miladi_. Then wasn't it--almost equally silly--your word, not mine!--of you to be afraid of me last night?" She felt the thrust in a moment, and went white, conscious of the weak sick feeling that so often came over her at the sound of her mother's step when she was in disgrace. He saw her distress, but he allowed several moments to elapse before he came to the rescue; Then lightly, "Pray don't let the matter disturb you!" he said. "Only--for your peace of mind--let me tell you that you really have nothing to fear. Out here we live in fairyland, and no one is in earnest. We just enjoy ourselves, and Mrs. Grundy simply doesn't exist. We are not ashamed of being frivolous, and we do whatever we like. And there are no consequences. Always remember that, Miss Bathurst! There are never any consequences in fairyland." His eyes suddenly laughed at her, and Dinah was vastly reassured. Her dismay vanished, leaving a blithe sense of irresponsibility in its place. "I shall remember that," she said, with her gay little nod. "I dreamt last night that we were in Olympus." "We?" he said softly. She nodded again, flushed and laughing, confident that she had received her cue. "And you--were Apollo." She saw his eyes change magically, flashing into swift life, and dropped her own before the mastery that dawned there. "And you," he questioned under his breath, "were Daphne?" "Perhaps," she said enigmatically. After all, flirting was not such a difficult art, and since he had declared that there could be no consequences, she did not see why she should bury this new-found talent of hers. "What a charming dream!" he commented lazily. "But you know what happened to Daphne when she ran away, don't you?" She flung him a laughing challenge. "He didn't catch her anyway." "True!" smiled Sir Eustace. "But have you never wondered whether it wouldn't have been more sport for her if he had? It wouldn't be very exciting, you know, to lead the life of a vegetable."