"You're rather an old dear, Roland," she said. And there was a note in her voice that made him say quickly and half audibly:
"And you're a darling."
She drew her hand from his gently. "And what was that pretty name you called me?"
"Elfkin."
"Let me be always Elfkin."
Both of them that night were wooed to sleep by the delight of their new-found happiness.
[CHAPTER XIX]
THE LONELY UNICORN