"Don't dare say another word," said Miss Moore. "You're horrid."
Andrew reddened and looked a little stiff.
Miss Moore eyed him furtively. "Mr. Cutler?"
"Yes."
"Would you like me to sing to you?"
Like a child Miss Moore proffered her biggest bribe first.
"Rather," said Andrew, with emphasis, forgetting his dignity. "I should think I would."
Seeing him so eager, Miss Moore was minded to postpone his pleasure a bit. "What shall I sing?" she asked.
"Anything—your favourite, anything you like, only sing." And she sang a song by Rosetti, beginning—
"A little while, a little love
The hour yet bears for thee and me
Who have not drawn the veil to see
If still our heaven be lit above."