"Yes, yes, I'll be much better next time. But are you loving me to-day?"
He dropped the book like one whose strength is spent. Then he leaned over the arm of the great red chair and kissed her, holding her close, clinging to her.
"In spite of my sins, are you loving me more than you did yesterday?" she said, smiling.
"Twenty-four hours more," he answered, seeming to fall in with her mood.
"All that much more?"
"All that much."
"What are we going to do to-day after lessons?" She got up and stood before him with her finger in her book.
"Scherer and I are going to ride out to Ely's Farm a little after four, to look at that property. You had better come, too."
"All right. But what makes you look at me so—so—" She dropped her book and perched herself on his knee. "What are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking about this bit of Dante."