“They might not,” the physician said cordially. “Yes, please, I will have two lumps and cream: my constitution requires it.”
As she poured his tea, all her rings flashing in the fire-flicker, her face, usually so white, just flushed with rose from the flecks of the flames, he fell to watching her silently.
“Talk!” she commanded.
He smiled, and said nothing.
“Oh, a penny, then, for your thoughts, Mr. Man, if you want to be bribed.”
“I wonder if I dare.”
“Be bribed? What nonsense.”
“It takes a great deal of courage sometimes. But that was not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?—if you meant anything.”
“Oh! yes—I meant.”