They sat down where they could feast on each other's eyes in the glow of the coal-stove.
"You have looked so worried all night," said Gertrude, in love's solicitude; "were you afraid we should be lost?"
"No, I didn't intend we should be lost."
"What was it? What is it that makes you so careworn?"
"Nothing special."
"But you mustn't have any secrets from me now. What is it?"
"Do you want to know?"
"Yes."
"I couldn't find time to get shaved before we left Sleepy Cat——"
She rose with both hands uplifted: "Shades of vain heroes! Have I wasted my sympathy all night on a man who has been saving my life with perfect calmness and worrying because he couldn't get shaved?"