''What a good girl she is,'' he said.
''She is too good for you, that I do know.''
He smiled. But only as a gentleman should smile to a servant; and his face he made kind. I imagined Maud, looking down, breathing quicker upon the glass. He said quietly,
''How do we do, Sue?''
''Pretty well,'' I answered.
''You think she loves me?''☉思☉兔☉在☉線☉閱☉讀☉
''I do. Oh, yes.''
He drew out a silver case and lifted free a cigarette. ''But she hasn''t told you so?''
''She don''t have to.''
He leaned close to the coal. ''Does she trust you?''
''I think she must. She has nobody else.''
He drew on the cigarette, then breathed out in a sigh. The smoke stained the cold air blue. He said, ''She''s ours.''
He stepped back a little way, then gestured with his eyes; I saw what he wanted, let the coal fall to the lawn, and he stooped to help me get it. ''What else?'' he said. I told him, in a murmur, about the sleeping-drops, and about her being afraid of her own dreams. He listened, smiling, all the time fumbling with the fire-tongs over the piece of coal, and finally catching it up and rising, and placing my hands upon the handle of the tongs and pressing them tight.
''The drops and the dreams are good,'' he said quietly. ''They''ll help us, later. But you know, for now, what