She smiled, bit her lip, as though regretting an indiscretion, looked up at the cloudless sky, let her gray eyes wander from one snowy peak to the next, glanced almost insolently at me, then smiled with that delicious impulse characteristic of her.
"You know you have no business to take me fishing," she said. "Your cleverness is not Machiavellian; it is Michael-valian. It doesn't deceive me for one moment, Señor Michael!"
I laughed, picked up a stable-fork that stood against the cow-barn:
"Worms for two; luncheon for two," said I.
"I don't like that juxtaposition!" she protested. "Do you really wish me to go with you? Why won't you sit here on the edge of the pool and go over these accounts?"
"Conservation of time and energy forbid doing one thing when two things can be accomplished at the——"
"You are absurd!"
I went over to the barnyard and began to dig.
"Hasten, Thusis," I called to her. "I'll be ready in ten minutes."
"I've a good mind not to go," she said.