Chapter Twenty Six.
“What have I done?”
There was a moment’s silence, a moment which seemed like an hour. Then Stanor spoke—
“Thank you, Pixie!”
He put his arms round her, made as if to kiss her cheek, but the small hands held him off with unexpected strength.
“Not yet! Not yet! You haven’t answered my question!”
“What question?”
“If you want me?” The grey eyes were very near his own. They seemed to search into his very soul. “Do you want me, Stanor?”
“Pixie, what a question! You ... you know the answer.”
“I think I do.” She nodded her head with a grave certainty. “I’m sure I do. ... You don’t want me, Stanor!”