"Give it to me!" I repeated. She threw up her head, and regarded me with a disdainful air, for my tone had been imperative.
"Come," said I, and held out my hand. So, for a while, we looked into each other's eyes, then, all at once, she dropped the weapon on the table before me and turned her back to me.
"I think—" she began, speaking with her back still turned to me.
"Well?" said I.
"—that you have—"
"Yes?" said I.
"—very unpleasant—eyes!"
"I am very sorry for that," said I, dropping the weapon out of sight behind my row of books, having done which, I drew both chairs nearer the fire, and invited her to sit down.
"Thank you, I prefer to stand," said she loftily.
"As you will," I answered, but, even while I spoke, she seemed to change her mind, for she sank into the nearest chair, and, chin in hand, stared into the fire.