“You, and not myself. Oh, if we could never wake again!”
A plaintive note came into her voice. She was beginning to think and to remember.
“Eve!”
“Ah, that name!”
“Is it so impossible now?”
She reached up and gripped his wrist.
“Don’t spoil this! Oh, don’t spoil it! It will have to last us both for a lifetime. Take me back, dear; it is time.”
He felt a relaxing of her muscles as though she had suddenly grown faint and hesitating.
“Not yet.”
“Yes, now. I ask it of you, Jim.”