“There is something I want very much,” in a ghostly voice.
“Ah, tell me now! tell me! Can I do it?”
“You could, but you won’t.”
“Ah, how can you say so? You know I’d do anything——”
“It ain’t great or grand enough—nothing heroic or romantic about it.”
“Just tell me—just let me hear.”
“Merely to let us both have a night’s rest—that’s all.”
“Oh!” in dismay. “Oh, you shocking tease!” in indignation. “But I’ll do it; I won’t say another word.” A pause, during which Eveleen lay down vigorously, and remained silent a moment. “Ambrose!”
“All present and correct, sir,” sleepily. “No—I mean, Yes.”
“What about those seals? Just tell me that.”