“But sure,” said he, “the best actors are those who, even in rehearsal, try to realize their parts to the life.”
He approached her again, offering to put his arm about her, and at that she, forgetting her injury, whipped her little fist out of its sling, and delivered him a sound box of the ear with it.
“There!” she said.
“Emphatically there,” he answered, holding his palm to the suffering auricle. “You cat!”
She bridled like one, her eyes glittering. He pointed a derisive finger at the dangling sling.
“Hadn’t you better put off that pretence?”
“O!” she said, and thrust her hand again into the loop.
“Now,” said he, “you may find another instrument for your purpose. I’m done with you.”
Her brow puckered, and her lip went down.
“You’re never going to abandon me in my trouble?” she said.