She superposed her tiny pale, flower-like hands on his.
He lay back looking at them curiously.
“Do you feel as if your hands were full of silver?” she asked almost wistfully, mocking.
“Better than that,” he replied gently.
“And your heart full of gold?” she mocked.
“Of hell!” he replied briefly.
Alice looked at him searchingly.
“And am I like a blue-bottle buzzing in your window to keep your company?” she asked.
He laughed.
“Good-bye,” she said, slipping down and leaving him.