‘What nonsense,’ I was beginning.…
‘All right, thanks!’ Acia put in; ‘I was thinking you would be bored.’
And her little hot hand clasped mine warmly.
‘N!’ Gagin cried at that instant; ‘isn’t that background too dark?’
I went up to him. Acia got up and went away.
XII
She came back in an hour, stood in the doorway and beckoned to me.
‘Listen,’ she said; ‘if I were to die, would you be sorry?’
‘What ideas you have to-day!’ I exclaimed.