"Do what?" he questioned, sombrely.
"Kill me, Billikins," she answered, swiftly. "Kill me—sooner than let me go."
He bent his head. "Yes," he said. "My love is strong enough for that."
"But what would you do—afterwards?" she breathed, her lips raised to his.
A momentary surprise showed in his eyes. "Afterwards?" he questioned.
"After I was gone, darling?" she said, anxiously.
A very strange smile came over Merryon's face. He pressed her to him, his eyes gazing deep into hers. He kissed her, but not passionately, rather with reverence.
"Your afterwards will be mine, dear, wherever it is," he said. "If it comes to that—if there is any going—in that way—we go together."
The anxiety went out of her face in a second. She smiled back at him with utter confidence. "Oh, Billikins!" she said. "Oh, Billikins, that will be great!"