"May I say something to you, dear?" she asked.
"Anything, darling; kiss me first."
She kissed him, and he said softly.
"What a pity it is that time will not stand still, isn't it, Liz? Now, if we could be like this for a long, long time, what happiness it would be! I almost feel as if I should like to die now, with you in my arms. What is it you want to say, darling?"
"Something about Lily."
"Dear Lily! Go on."
"Have you noticed that Mr. Sheldrake has been paying her a great deal of attention?"
"I think he likes her, Liz."
"You think! You know, you mean. But, Alf, if I had a sister that I loved as you love Lily, and who loved me as Lily loves you, I would rather see her in her grave than see her placed as Lily is now."
"Lizzie!"