He did not—at least to her. Their dance came to an end. Then he took Marie who talked winsomely to him. As he waltzed with Marie he regained his animated spirits. He was very lively the rest of the evening, quite astonishing and reckless. At supper he ate everything, and drank much wine.
“Have some more turkey, Mr. Saxton.”
“Thanks—but give me some of that stuff in brown jelly, will you? It’s new to me.”
“Have some of this trifle, Georgie?”
“I will—you are a jewel.”
“So will you be—a yellow topaz tomorrow!”
“Ah! tomorrow’s tomorrow!”
After supper was over, Alice cried:
“Georgie, dear—have you finished?—don’t die the death of a king—King John—I can’t spare you, pet.”
“Are you so fond of me?”