"Themes back?" she inquired. Martha nodded.
"'Me see 'em?" Martha shrugged her shoulders in a manner to be envied of the Continent.
Biscuits opened at a poem that caught her eye, and read it. Martha's eyes were apparently fixed on Madame Chrysanthème, but they wandered occasionally to Biscuits' face as she read. The poem was called,—
THE LIFTING VEIL
Do you love me now?
Ah, your mouth is cold!
Yet you taught me how—
Are we growing old?
Did you love me then?
Ah, your eyes are wet!