"Yes—no!" she murmured hastily and a little breathlessly, as Spike reentered, and paused, jug in hand, to stare.
"What—haven't you served Hermy—yet?" he enquired in an injured tone.
"Certainly I have," answered Ravenslee, "here it is, you see—all ready!"
"Only you forgot t' hand it t' her, and she forgot t' take it. Well, say—for hungry folks you two are the limit!"
"'Man doth not live by bread alone,' boy; we were talking," said Ravenslee, handing Hermione her plate.
"You said you liked milk and sugar, didn't you, Mr. Geoffrey?"
"Holy Gee!" murmured Spike.
"Milk and sugar, thank you," said Ravenslee, heedful of her deepened colour.
"Geoff," enquired Spike gently, "if I was to hang on to that drumstick, d' ye suppose you might be able to hack it off for me—some day?"
"My Arthur," said Ravenslee, plying knife and fork energetically, "'tis done—behold it!"