"You'll have to surrender," he said. "You might as well. It's an honourable capitulation in the presence of superior force."
"No."
"You refuse?"
"Yes, please."
He said: "Very well, then," with an alarming frown.
"Kervyn——"
"What?"
"If you tear my gown I—I shall have to go to bed."
"I'm not going to touch your gown," he said. "I'm going to charm those papers so they'll leave their hiding place and fly into my pocket. Watch me very attentively, Karen!" And he tucked up his cuffs and made a few short passes in the air. Then he smiled at her.
"Kervyn! I thought you meant to take them. Do you know you really did frighten me?"