"Thank you. It was a labor of—pleasure." Colour stole to the tips of her ears. "I have worked—worked—every minute since——"
"Yes."
"Really, I have—every minute. But somehow, it didn't seem to tire me. To-day—now—I begin to feel a little tired." She rested her cheek on one hand, still looking away from him.
"I took a peep into the porcelain and jade rooms," she said, "just a glance over what lies before me. Mrs. Quant very kindly gave me the keys. Did you mind?"
"Do I mind anything that it pleases you to do? What did you find in the jade room?"
She smiled: "Jadeite, of course; and lapis and crystals—the usual."
"Any good ones?"
"Some are miracles. I don't really know, yet; I gave just one swift glance and fled—because you see I haven't finished in the armoury, and I ought not to permit myself the pleasures of curiosity."
"The pleasures of curiosity and of anticipation are the only real ones. Sages have said it."