“It is something,” said he.
“And here is something more!” And she threw her arms round his neck, and kissed him.
“That’s better,” said George. “Any more?”
“Not till we are cousins.”
“Be gentle in your triumph.”
“No, no; don’t talk like that. Are you going?”
“Yes. I must go and put things straight.”
“Good-bye. I—I hope you won’t find it very hard.”
“I have been paid in advance.”
Neaera blushed a little.