"I don't know." Rylton bends over her, and, suddenly laying his hand under her chin, lifts her face so that he can see it. "You mean that I shall be your friend, and you mine."
"Yes. Yes, of course."
"You have other friends, however. And I don't like that."
"What! Is one to have only one friend?" She wriggles her face out of his hands, and moving her body as she reclines upon the white rug, so turns herself that she comes face to face with him. "Only one!" says she, smiling. She flings her arms across his knees, and looks up at him.
"Is not one enough?" He is looking at her very earnestly. How lovely she is! What a strange charm lies in her deep eyes! And her smile—
"The smile that rests to play
Upon her lip, foretells
That musical array
Tricks her sweet syllables."
"Oh, it would be a poor world with only one friend," says she, shaking he head.
"You want two?" His brow is darkening again.
"More than that. I want you, and Margaret, and——"
"Hescott?"