She laughed and caught his hands—set her lips to them—looked up at him again with her heart in her eyes.
“To be loved by you!” she said, “is too wonderful for me!”
“Once,” he reminded her with malice, “you told me you were tired of me——”
Her shocked face checked him.
“I was only joking, Eris——”
“I did say it! And I was already in love with you when I said it. God and you punished me instantly. But I couldn’t ever bear to have you two do it again——”
Somebody had sent her some cordials,—mint, curaçoa,—that sort. She was unaccustomed—had no taste for such things. But she was happy to show him her sideboard after dinner.
“It’s all for you. You like such things, don’t you? Well, then, I’m going to keep them for you.... Rosalind goes schmoozing about when she comes here. Other girls, also. But I’ve been unutterably mean—and I’ve hoarded it for you.”
“Then you did expect me to call you up?” he asked, laughingly.