“There may come a time, little fool, when I may get tired of this game and resort to active measures, and then you’ll find your bit of hell,
“‘Dann willst du weine, du liebe kleine!’”
In a moment of abstraction he sang it aloud, and gave Gwen a considerable start.
“Do you ever sew, Gwen?”
“No, but I can, I believe, in a fashion.”
“I wish you would then, it might make you look a bit human.”
“Good gracious! I am not divine again, am I? I thought I had shut all that away with my white tea-gown. Perhaps you would like to call Tolly?”
“Oh, dear, no! You would not conduce to his soul’s salvation in the least. On the contrary, I was thinking you had a marked resemblance to Lilith.”
“Oh, Lilith! I am flattered certainly. I think I will go and get some work.”
Strange laughed, and went on tying feathers on hooks.