"Arthur," said she serenely, as she passed his tea, "please fetch some more hot water."
Spike sighed, rose, and taking the jug, went upon his mission.
"And how do you like Mulligan's, Mr. Geoffrey?" enquired Hermione, regarding him with her calm, level eyes.
"Very much," he answered, "I like it better and better. I think—no, I'm sure I would rather be in Mulligan's than anywhere else in the world."
"Oh! Why?"
Down went carving knife and fork, and leaning toward her he answered: "Because in Mulligan's, among many other wonders, I have found something more beautiful and far more wonderful than I ever dreamed of finding."
"In Mulligan's?" she asked, looking her amazement.
"In Mulligan's," he answered gravely. Now here, all at once, her glance wavered and sank before his.
"What do you mean?" she enquired, staring into her cup.
"Shall I tell you?"