“And more, it’s very suitable for something special—something for us two.”
“Not to live in; it’s too breezy.”
“I don’t mind a breeze, if it don’t result in something worse—a squall.”
“Squalls! I don’t permit squalls,” said Adele.
“No, nor I, either; especially when another fellow tells you squarely to ‘forever after hold your peace.’”
Adele did not quite enjoy this turn in the conversation, so changed it a little.
“But you missed seeing the Lepcha ritual; you should see how the natives make their sacrifices.”
“Sacrifices? God forbid, my dear. No! it’s all gain for us here; please don’t even think of sacrificing anything.”
“Then we can attend some other ritual,” said Adele; which remark was so very much of an acknowledgment on her part that Paul imagined she would consent at once.
“All right!” said he. “There is a Church of England curate in the village—I’m not particular.”