"But," said Hermione at last, "how can—she help?"
"By constant association," answered Ravenslee, "by affording me the daily example of her sweet self-forgetfulness and blameless life."
"Are you sure she is so—very good?"
"I am sure she is braver and nobler than any woman I have ever known!"
Once more Spike glanced from the flushed beauty of his sister's half-averted face to Ravenslee's shining eyes, and boldly helped himself to more seasoning.
"Have you known her very long, Mr. Geoffrey?"
"Long enough to know she is—the only woman!"
"Say, Geoff," sighed Spike, "I guess old Pffeff was right about this bird; she kind o' melts—'n' say—she's meltin' fast! If you two don't stop chewin' d' rag an' get busy you'll be too late for this bird, because this bird is sure a bird of passage and—Holy Gee!" he broke off, as a knock sounded on the outer door, "who's this, I wonder?"
Before he could rise, Hermione had vanished into the passage.
"Say, Geoff," he whispered, "how if it's Bud?"