"Well, you looked at me," said Magnus. "What was that for? To see what sort of a wild animal I had turned into since last night?"
"No, no! Oh, Magnus don't talk so. People may look at each other, I suppose."
"I suppose they may—and I have been looking at you. Cherry, have you been crying over me all night? Because, if you have, I might as well go and drown myself at once."
Cherry remarked logically that she did not see how that would help matters.
"They used to say you never cried," Magnus said reproachfully.
"Most women keep a few tears for special occasions," said Cherry, trying to speak lightly.
"Well, you have squandered your whole stock on me," said Magnus; "you don't look as if there could be one tear left. I'm not worth it, Cherry. Such a coward, such a careless fellow; yielding to temptation, and with only bravery enough left to own it. I wonder you should cry over him."
Plainly, the fountain had not yet run dry, for the girl looked at him with her eyes full.
"Oh, Magnus!" she cried, "why do you talk so? You break my heart."
"Well, you are breaking mine," said Magnus; "so we're quits."