"Yes . . . or of the Earl of Ware."
"Or of all the others who hang about her," she added.
De Lacy looked down at her with an amused smile.
"Methinks Ware is enough," he said, with calm assertion.
She tossed her head in quick defiance. "Your penetration, Sir Aymer,
is extraordinary--when it concerns others," she retorted.
"And when it concerns myself?"
She answered with a shrug.
He went over and leaned on the casement beside her.
"Just how stupid am I?" he asked.
She turned and measured him with slow eyes. "I am not sure it is
stupidity," she remarked; "some might call it modesty."