"More than you love me?"
For answer she made a grimace. Quinney, with a broad grin upon his lips, encircled her waist with his arm. But a pin pierced his finger, which began to bleed, whereupon the young woman seized the finger and put her lips to it.
"I've drunk my Joe's blood," she said, with a charming blush.
"Oh, you jolly cannibal!" exclaimed Quinney.
They kissed each other tenderly, and almost forgot the cottage. Presently Quinney said, "I believe this'll do?" and she answered ecstatically, "It's exactly right."
Quinney qualified this.
"There may be others better still; it's only the best we've seen so far."
"I dare say you think there's a better girl than I am somewhere or other?"
"No, I don't!"
"How awful it would be if I caught you looking for her."