“Let me see it,” he said entreatingly.
“Will you promise that you will not laugh, and that you will never speak of it?”
“I promise.”
He took the book and looking at it closely, a smile passed over his face.
“Now you are laughing at me and you said you would not.”
“Was I laughing? I really did not mean to.”
“Perhaps you didn’t, but you felt laugh, just as I do when I feel angry. But tell me what do you think of it.”
“No, I would rather not.”
“You must.”
She said this with such vehemence that he started.