walked about the room; paused by a table and let her fingers drum upon it an accompaniment to her perplexity.
Meantime he urged her. "We'll go anywhere you wish to go—anywhere. I don't care where we go. It won't matter." He came to her where she stood. "It won't matter to me where I am, if I can see you, if I can listen to you, if I can be with"
But at that she laughed outright; and when he seemed astonished that she did, and a little offended, she put her hand upon his shoulder with a charming complete friendliness. "My dear," she said, "you must not be cross with me if I call you that—like your aunt—and even if I laugh. You see" She broke off, and then, with a coquetry that enchanted him, she said: "Well, you don't want us both to be ridiculous, do you—not upon an expedition among the Berbers? Go and find Hyacinthe!"
