"Cannot you drive a little faster?" I suggested.
For answer she lashed Diogenes to a gallop so that the cart lurched and swayed in highly unpleasant fashion; but presently, this speed abating somewhat, I ventured to loose my grip of the seat and thrusting hands into pockets, felt the case containing the locket and chain.
"Are you any better tempered yet?" I enquired.
"No—nor like to be—"
"That's a pity!"
"Oh—why?"
"Because you look prettier when you don't frown—"
"Oh tush!"
"Though you're handsome always. And besides I—I brought you a small present—"
"Well, you can keep it—"