She kissed it, and tucked it again under the clothes. "Go to sleep!"
Prelice, feeling ever so much stronger, objected to being treated like an infant, sweet though it was when Mona was the nurse. "I have had enough sleep," he said, yawning; "one can overdo laziness, my dear girl. Besides, I am hungry."
"Ah!" Mona laughed, "you can't live on love."
"No," said Prelice ruefully. "I am too earthly. Now breakfast——"
"Is waiting. Come, let me place this pillow behind you, and smooth the clothes so, and——"
"And kiss me, so," said the invalid, suiting the action to the word.
The future Lady Prelice tapped his cheek in pretended displeasure, and went to the door. In another minute she returned, followed by Mrs. Blexey bearing a tray, which she placed before the hungry young man.
"Coffee and cream, two lightly biled eggs, thin bread and butter, and honey from our own bees," said Mrs. Blexey, arranging the tray. "I hope that your lordship is better."
"My lordship is starving, Mrs. Blexey."
"And no wonder," sighed the housekeeper, placing one fat hand on her ample breast; "you ain't had anything for hours and hours, my dear, if you'll excuse my boldness in calling you so. And to think of all the terrible things that had happened, while you were lying there, as pretty and neat as though you were in your coffin, and——"