Of course that one left them to themselves in due time, and in a few minutes they were engaged in congenial conversation. After a time Jean caught her hand, and despite the slight protest she made, he succeeded in drawing her up on his knee.
"I ought not to sit here," she said.
"Why not, Orlean?" he said kindly, placing his arm about her waist fondly.
"Because."
"Because what, dear?"
She looked at him quickly. He met her eyes appealingly. She looked away, and then down at her toes.
"How you have fleshened," he commented.
"Do you think so?" she returned, inclined to be sociable.
"It is quite noticeable. And you are better looking when you are so."
"Oh, you flatter me," she chimed.