He smiled at her warmth. "You forget that—that I've learned to be a soldier, Moira. A blanket on the floor of the studio and I'll be as happy as a king——"
"No. You shall have the best that there is—the very best—mon ami——"
"I don't propose to let you work for me, Moira. I can get some money. I can find a pension somewhere near and——"
She turned toward him suddenly, her eyes very close to tears. "Do you wish to make me unhappy—when I've tried so hard to—to——"
"Moira!" He caught her hand to his lips and kissed it gently, "I didn't mean——"
"I've wanted so for you to forget how unkind I had been to you—to make this seem like a real homecoming after all you've been through. And now to hear you talking of going to a pension——"
"Moira—I thought it might be inconvenient—that it might be more pleasant for you——"
He broke down miserably. She released her fingers gently and turned away. "Sure Alanah, and I think that I should be the judge of that," she said.
"We'll say no more about it," he muttered. "But I—I'm very grateful."
Moira's lips wreathed into an adorable smile.