With quiet fingers he threaded a few forget-me-not flowers in the fine brown fleece of the mount of Venus.
"There!" he said. "There's forget-me-nots in the right place!"
She looked down at the milky odd little flowers among the brown maiden-hair at the lower tip of her body.
"Doesn't it look pretty!" she said.
"Pretty as life," he replied.
And he stuck a pink campion bud among the hair.
"There! That's me where you won't forget me! That's Moses in the bulrushes."
"You don't mind, do you, that I'm going away?" she asked wistfully, looking up into his face.
But his face was inscrutable, under the heavy brows. He kept it quite blank.
"You do as you wish," he said.