"Did I wake you? I'm sorry," she said coldly.
"You didn't. I was awake."
"Oh! I meant to say that I think I'll stroll out. Don't come if you feel lazy."
He swung himself up to a sitting posture.
"I'm quite ready," he said. … "You'll always find me ready,
Yellow-hair—always waiting."
"Waiting? For what?"
"For your commands."
"You very nice boy!" she said gaily, springing to her feet. Then, the subtle demon of the sunlight prompting her: "You know, Kay, you don't ever have to wait. Because I'm always ready to listen to any pro—any suggestions—from you."
The man looked into the girl's eyes:
"You would care to hear what I might have to tell you?"