He is over his trouble. His eyes beam. He stands erect and glad beside me and puts his little hand in mine.
"Then of course you must do so," I say, calmly. "So soon as he wakes."
Our mother closes her book with a bang:
"Go down to the courtyard and play, while Father and I have a talk."
The boy runs away.
And she comes up to me and lays her hand on my shoulder and says, earnestly:
"I daren't do that, do you hear?"
And I take her hand and kiss it and say, quite as earnestly:
"And I daren't refuse!"
We look at each other, we two, who share the empire, the power and the glory.