"Milk on the mantel-shelf! That's like a man."
But at this point the kettle began to boil. She filled the tea-pot, and replaced the kettle on the hob. As she turned, she was aware of a clearer look in Mr. Fogo's eyes. She smiled and nodded.
"You are better."
"Much. I can remember it all, after a fashion. Did I talk nonsense?"
"A little." She smiled again.
His eyes followed her as she moved about the kitchen. Presently he said—
"You are very good to me."
"I think I am."
"Tamsin—"
She turned suddenly to the table, and caught up the teapot.