"Oh, I know you won't share anything with anybody," said Maggie Dennison, her voice trembling between a sob and a laugh.
He turned instantly. His face lighted up, and the sun, casting its last rays on her eyes, made them answer with borrowed brilliance.
"I won't share you with Loring, anyhow," he cried, walking close up to her, and resting his hand on the table.
She laid hers gently on it.
"Don't go to Omofaga, Willie," she said.
For a moment he sheerly stared at her; then he burst into a merry unrestrained peal of laughter. Next he lifted her hand and kissed it.
"You are the most wonderful woman in the world," said he, his mouth quivering with amusement.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms wide for a moment.
"Well, what's the matter? What have I done wrong now?"
She rose and walked up and down the room.