Up he started again in agitation. “I must be getting weak-minded!” he cried. “Or are you hypnotizing me?”
“If anybody’s done any hypnotizing I guess it must be you that have hypnotized me.”
“Maybe so,” said he, with a confused gesture. “Maybe so. Lord knows. I don’t.”
“And now,” pursued she, “that it’s settled that we love each other——”
“What!” he cried, with some of his former energy. But it subsided before her calm, surprised gaze. He stared stupidly at her feet, extended and crossed. “Is it settled?” he muttered. “Is it?” And then he straightened himself—a kind of rearing, insurgent gesture—the gesture of the last fierce stand in the last ditch.
“Yes, Chang, it’s settled,” said she soothingly. “You are such a big, foolish dear! But—as I was about to say—” She hesitated.
“Go on,” he urged, with a large, ironic gesture matching the boisterous irony of his tone. “Say anything you like. Only, don’t keep me in suspense.”
“Have you had your breakfast?” she asked solicitously.
“I take only coffee. I had it.”
“But that’s not enough for such a long morning as you have,” protested she.