Now, the great beasts in the Lion House always affect my nerves. I know they cannot get out and all that sort of thing, but the unexpected so often happens; accidents will occur; and besides, as I explained to Robinson when asking him to step with me into the air, the spectacle of lions and tigers at feeding time is anything but pleasing to the possessor of a delicate appetite.
But Robinson said the spot would answer our purpose well. He was moody and preoccupied; he showed no interest in anything. Then, when I had grown weary of trying to make him talk, he suddenly began on a painful subject.
“Primrose was bitterly disappointed not to come. She always counts the days and hours between your visits. I won’t disguise the fact, Tarver; she’s grown to be very fond of you.”
What could I say? While I was reflecting he proceeded:
“She’d make a grand wife. Her interests are at my heart too. It’s a great opportunity. Why don’t you take your luck and thank your stars for it?”
I here broke into a perspiration.
“My dear Robinson,” I said, “you must really forgive me, but these affairs cannot be arranged like a transaction on ’Change.”
“She loves you,” said Robinson. “Her heart has gone out to you.”
“But, my dear fellow, love wants two hearts to beat as one.”
“Blessed if I know how anybody can help loving her,” said Robinson.