"But what in the world has the moon to do with your furniture?" she demanded, her foot beginning to tap again.
"Everything!—I bought that furniture with—er—with one eye on the moon, as it were,—consequently the furniture, the moon, and I, are bound indissolubly together."
"You are pleased to talk in riddles, to-night, and really, Mr. Bellew, I have no time to waste over them, so, if you will excuse me—"
"Thank you for playing to me," he said, as he held the door open for her.
"I played because I—I felt like it, Mr. Bellew."
"Nevertheless, I thank you."
"When you make up your mind about—the furniture,—please let me know."
"When the moon is at the full, yes."
"Can it be possible that you are still harping on the wild words of poor old Nannie?" she exclaimed, and once more, she curled her lip at him.
"Nannie is very old, I'll admit," he nodded, "but surely you remember that we proved her right in one particular,—I mean about the Tiger Mark, you know."