“Some—some!” said he impatiently. “But there is nothing for yourself particularly.”
Then he jumped up, ran behind her at table, caught her head in his arms, pressed her face to his heart, and covered brow and lips with kisses.
“O Shian! You have my love—my very heart!”
“Because of—baby?”
“No, not only; because——”
“Of the goose?”
“No—no, not only; because——”
“Of the plum-pudding?”
“No—no; I mean——”