We very likely shan't have another chance to talk
quietly before one or other of us is killed, and------"
"She d-d-doesn't like chocolate!" he murmured
under his breath. "Then I must be greedy
all by myself. This is a case of the hangman's
supper, isn't it? You are going to humour all my
whims to-night. First of all, I want you to sit
on this easy-chair, and, as you said I might lie
down, I shall lie here and be comfortable."
He threw himself down on the rug at her feet,
leaning his elbow on the chair and looking up into
her face.
"How pale you are!" he said. "That's because
you take life sadly, and don't like chocolate----"
"Do be serious for just five minutes! After all,
it is a matter of life and death."
"Not even for two minutes, dear; neither life
nor death is worth it."
He had taken hold of both her hands and was
stroking them with the tips of his fingers.
"Don't look so grave, Minerva! You'll make
me cry in a minute, and then you'll be sorry. I do
wish you'd smile again; you have such a d-delightfully
unexpected smile.
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