I'll butter them, if you bring the scones." They came, and she went to the fire, splitting them open and spreading the butter lavishly.

"I love France," she said.

"All laws are made to be broken, which is all that laws are good for, don't you think ?" "Yes," he said deliberately, glancing at the closed door, and bent and kissed her neck.

She looked up imperiously.

"Again," she said; and he kissed her on the lips.