"Then—perhaps we had better not eat it," said she, glancing at me over her shoulder—but, meeting my eye, she laughed. And so we presently sat down to supper and, poached though it may have been, that rabbit made a truly noble end, notwithstanding.
CHAPTER IX
WHICH RELATES SOMEWHAT OF CHARMIAN BROWN
We were sitting in the moonlight.
"Now," said Charmian, staring up at the luminous heaven, "let us talk."
"Willingly," I answered; "let us talk of stars."
"No—let us talk of ourselves."
"As you please."
"Very well, you begin."
"Well—I am a blacksmith."