"Now drink that," I commanded; "you look as if you needed something material. You look like a vision that may vanish from me into thin air."
Viola laughed and drank the wine.
"Trevor," she said reflectively, as if following up some train of thought she had been pursuing already a long time. "What heaps of wonderfully beautiful girls and women we saw to-night. Wouldn't you like some of them?"
I laughed.
"Some of them! Supposing you send me up a dozen or two?"
"No, but really I was thinking as I sat there to-night, how pretty they were, and how varied. I can quite understand how a man would like to try them all."
"You would object, I am afraid," I said gravely. "You object even to
Veronica."
"I know. I don't think it's possible to do otherwise. I shouldn't love you if I didn't. But if you gave me up you could have all these others."
"Well, you see, it is the other way; I have given them all up for you."
"I know, but is it wise for your own happiness? I thought about it a great deal to-night."