“Oh no, oh no!” Nelw moaned. “That wouldn’t be fair to you. Och, if you knew——”
But Pedr covered her mouth with his hand and drew her closer.
“Not now, little lamb.”
She sat quite still, her head upon his shoulder. Pedr felt her relaxing and heard her sighing frequently. She seemed so little and so light where she rested upon him, almost a child, and a new sense of contentment stole over Pedr. He patted her face; she made no reply, but he felt her draw nearer to him. At last she lifted her hand and passed it gently over his head.
“Och, Pedr,” she whispered, “I’m growin’ old.”
“Old, nothin’,” replied Pedr.
“Aye, but I’m over thirty.”
“Pooh!” returned Pedr, “that’s nothin’!”
“Yes, it is; an’ as I grew older you would mind even more if——”
“Nelw,” said Pedr warningly, covering her mouth again.