CHAPTER VII.
TRIED AS BY FIRE.
"Gerald, what are you thinking of ?" "I was wondering how soon you would let us have the lamp." "I'll get it immediately, if you like, but it's so pleasant talking in the twilight.

I could spend hours contentedly sitting here so with you." "How reprehensibly idle!" "No, I should be learning something all the time.

You have always something to teach me.

Or if you didn't feel like talking, I could just sit still and hold your hand and not need any thing more." Gerald put her hand instinctively out of reach.

"I beg you won't try it.
I hate having my hand held." "Yes, I know you do.