Her cheeks flushed prettily. “I am not complimenting your looks but your health.”
“It is all due to the shave, anyway,” he grinned. “The fatal symptoms are not so apparent.”
She observed his face with interest. “It does look smoother,” she admitted. “Who shaved you? Did Miss Knight?”
“Hush!” he whispered in mock terror. “Don’t let her hear you. She didn’t shave me, but she might want to. That would be the last straw. My proud spirit would never survive the outrage of that woman wielding a razor over my tender skin.”
“I will ask her to shave you. Perhaps she may let me help,” giggled Virginia.
“I have always looked forward to your visits.”
“You wouldn’t be glad to see me even if I came to shave you?” she demanded with severity.
He closed his eyes.
“Answer me,” she commanded in a stern voice.
“I suffer great pain,” he groaned.