“But if I stay here I can do nothing.”
“Yes, you can mope.”
“In return for a tongue?”
“Why not? It would be the height of self-sacrifice, and the perfection of thanksgiving.”
Her serious eyes met his thoughtfully. “Do you really wish me to stay here?”
“I not only wish, but am determined on it.”
“Then my self-sacrifice can never be spontaneous.”
“You mean you are changing your mind. You are wishful to stop?”
“Not wishful, but if you want it, I’ll—I’ll try to settle down more cheerfully. After all, it’s only just.”
“That is so.”