"With a capital S," said he, leaning nearer. "The Woman! And it's right here that his difficulties begin, because in the first place he is so humble and she is so proud and—"
"Proud?" said she, glancing up swiftly.
"And so very beautiful!" he continued.
"Oh!" said she, and this time she did not look at him.
"Say," quoth Spike, "I think I could go another drumstick, Geoff."
"And in the second place, he is so unworthy and she so—"
"An' a bit more stuflin', Geoff," sighed Spike.
"Can she—help him?" enquired Hermione, stirring her tea absently.
"She is the only one who can—help me."
"Oh!" said Hermione again, very softly this time, stirring a little faster; and, conscious of his glance, flushed deliciously and was silent awhile. As for Spike, he glanced from one rapt face to the other and—unostentatiously helped himself to more turkey.