"This _is_ delicious! You _are_ a good sort, Bill!" He sat down on the end of her bed while she thirstily, greedily, drank the tea he had brought her.

In all her gestures there was something bird-like and exquisite.

Even when she was greedy Bubbles was dainty too.
"I do hope you're feeling none the worse"-- he began.
And she mimicked him, gleefully, speaking in a low whisper.

"None the worse, thank you! It's a comfort, sometimes, to be with a person who always says exactly what you might expect he would say! I'm always sure of that comfort with you--old thing." "Are you ?" He smiled his slow, doubtful smile, and Bubbles said suddenly: "You've gone and left the door open." He stood up, irresolute.

"I suppose I ought to go away," he said hesitatingly.
She exclaimed: "No, no, Bill! I won't have you go away! I don't want you to go away! I want you to stay with me.