She said: "If you are quite sure it never happened, there is no harm in pretending it did.... What was it you called me?" "I could never remember, Miss Cardross--unless you tell me." "Then I'll tell you--if you are quite sure you don't remember. You called me 'Calypso.'" And looking up he surprised the rare laughter in her eyes. "You are rather nice after all," she said, "or is it only that I have you under such rigid discipline? But it was very bad taste in you to recall so crudely what never occurred--until I gave you the liberty to do it. Don't you think so?" "Yes, I do," he said. "I've made two exhibitions of myself since I knew you--" "_One_, Mr. Hamil. Please recollect that I am scarcely supposed to know how many exhibitions of yourself you may have made before we were formally presented." She stood still under a tree which drooped like a leaf-tufted umbrella, and she said, swinging her racket: "You will always have me at a disadvantage. Do you know it?" "That is utterly impossible!" "Is it? Do you mean it?" "I do with all my heart--" "Thank you; but do you mean it with all your logical intelligence, too?" "Yes, of course I do." She stood, head partly averted, one hand caressing the smooth, pale-yellow fruit which hung in heavy clusters around her. And all around her, too, the delicate white blossoms poured out fragrance, and the giant swallow-tail butterflies in gold and black fluttered and floated among the blossoms or clung to them as though stupefied by their heavy sweetness. "I wish we had begun--differently," she mused. "I don't wish it." She said, turning on him almost fiercely: "You persisted in talking to me in the boat; you contrived to make yourself interesting without being offensive--I don't know how you managed it! And then--last night--I was not myself.... And then--_that_ happened!" "Could anything more innocent have happened?" "Something far more dignified could have happened when I heard you say 'Calypso.'" She shrugged her shoulders. "It's done; we've misbehaved; and you will have to be dreadfully careful. You will, won't you? And yet I shall certainly hate you heartily if you make any difference between me and other women. Oh, dear!--Oh, dear! The whole situation is just unimportant enough to be irritating. Mr. Hamil, I don't think I care for you very much." And as he looked at her with a troubled smile, she added: "You must not take that declaration _too_ literally. Can you forget--various things?" "I don't want to, Miss Cardross. Listen: nobody could be more sweet, more simple, more natural than the girl I spoke to--I dreamed that I talked with--last night. I don't want to forget that night, or that girl. Must I?" "Are you, in your inmost thoughts, fastidious in thinking of that girl? Is there any reservation, any hesitation?" He said, meeting her eyes: "She is easily the nicest girl I ever met--the very nicest. Do you think that I might have her for a friend?"