''I will, Uncle,'' she murmured.
Now the passage seemed dimmer than ever. She took me round the gallery and up the staircase to the second floor, where her rooms were. Here there was a bit of lunch laid out, and coffee in another silver pot; but when she saw what Cook had sent up, she made a face.
''Eggs,'' she said. ''Done soft, like you must be. What did you think of my uncle, Susan?''
I said, ''I''m sure he''s very clever, miss.''
''He is.''
''And writing, I believe, a great big dictionary?''
She blinked, then nodded. A dictionary, yes. A great many years'' labour. We are presently at F.''
She held my gaze, as if to see what I thought of that.
''Astonishing,'' I said.
She blinked again, then put a spoon to the side of the first of the eggs and took its head off. Then she looked at the white and yellow mess inside it and made another face, and put it from her. ''You must eat this for me,'' she said. ''You must eat them all. And I shall have the bread-and-butter.''▽思▽兔▽網▽文▽檔▽共▽享▽與▽在▽線▽閱▽讀▽
There were three eggs there. I don''t know what she saw in them, to be so choosy over. She passed them to me and, as I ate them, she sat watching me, taking bites of bread and sips of coffee, and once
rubbing for a minute at a spot upon her glove, saying, ''Here is a drop of yolk, look, come upon my finger. Oh, how horrid the yellow is, against the white!''