'They must have been heart-rending?'
'Probably.'
'Don't you remember?'
'Oh, yes, I remember.'
'Go on. Don't make me drag it from you by inches. Tell it to me in a pretty melodious narrative. Either that, or—' she touched her whistle.
'That's barefaced intimidation.'
She raised the whistle to her lips.
'Stay, stay!' he cried, 'I yield.'
'I wait,' she answered.
He bent his brows for an instant, then looked up smiling. 'If it puts you to sleep, you'll know whom to blame.'