"Why?"
"Because I tell you to." The command was smilingly given.
"I don't think you'd better tell me to do things." Nora could smile, too.
"Then I ask you. You ain't going to refuse the first favor I've asked you?"
"Certainly not," she said in her most charming manner. Pulling another of the stools up to the table, she sat facing him.
"There."
"Now, pour out my tea for me, will you? I tell you," he said, watching her slim hands moving among the tea things, "it's rum seeing my wife sitting down at my table and pouring out tea for me."
"Is it pleasant?"
"Sure. Now have some tea yourself, my girl. You'll soon get used to drinking it without milk. And I guess you'll be able to get some to-morrow from Mrs. Sharp."
Nora noticed that he did not taste his tea until she had poured herself a cup.