"I believe you do it on purpose to hurt me," she remarked, upon his freeing her hand.
"I'm justified in hurting you if it's for your good," he declared calmly. "Now let me bind it up."
While he tied up her hand, she looked at him resentfully, the colour heightening on her cheek.
"I wish you'd often look like that," he remarked.
"I shall if you treat me so unkindly."
He took no notice of the accusation, but said:
"When you look like that it's wonderful. Then certain verses in the 'Song of Solomon' might have been written to you."
"The 'Song of Solomon'?"
"Don't you read your Bible?"
"But you said some of them might have been written to me. What do you mean?"