"Nor does Eve. Remember my hair."
"I shall never forget it," said I. Then I picked up her little shoes and stooped to fit them on to their feet.
"You are looking after me nicely, Adam," she said, laying a hand on my shoulder to keep her balance. I straightened my back and looked at her.
"My dear," I said, "I—oh, heavens, let's see what we've got for supper." And I turned hurriedly to the dishes in front of the fire.
When I looked round, she was lighting the candles.
"You mustn't go to bed at once," I said, pushing back my chair. "It's bad for the digestion. Sit by the fire a little, as you did before. Wait a moment. I'll give you a cigarette."
I settled her amid cushions, put out the candles, and struck the red fire into flames.
"But where will you sit, Adam?"
"I shall lean elegantly against the chimney-piece and tell you a fairy story."
"I'm all for the story, but I think you'd better be a child and sit on the hearthrug, too. There's plenty of room."