"Yes. Though was it very difficult?" he asked with a sudden change of tone most depreciatory of her exploit.
She glanced at him and smiled joyfully. She liked the depreciation better than the compliment.
"Not a bit," she whispered, "for me."
He laughed slightly, and shut his lips close again. He began to understand Mrs. Dennison better.
"Still, though it was easy for you, it was precious valuable to me," he observed.
"And how you hate being obliged to me, don't you?"
He perceived that she understood him a little, but he smiled again as he asked,
"Oh, but what made you do it, you know?"
"You mean you did? Mr. Ruston, I should like to see you at work in Omofaga."
"Oh, a very humdrum business," said he, with a shrug.