Lavender soothingly, "you are not--you
cannot be revengeful; for every great writer and speaker tells us that
revengefulness is an emotion alien to the Allies, who are merely just.
"Rats!"
At this familiar word, Blink who had been following their conversation
quietly, threw up her nose and licked the young lady's hand so
unexpectedly that she started and added:
"Darling!"
Mr. Lavender, who took the expression as meant for himself, coloured
furiously.
"Aurora," he said in a faint voice, "the rapture in my heart prevents my
taking advantage of your sweet words. Forgive me, and let us go quietly
in, with the vision I have seen, for I know my place."
The young lady's composure seemed to tremble in the balance, and her
lips twitched; then holding out her hand she took Mr. Lavender's and
gave it a good squeeze.
"You really are a dear," she said. "I think you ought to be in bed. My
name's Isabel, you know."
"Not to me," said Mr. Lavender. "You are the Dawn; nothing shall persuade
me to the contrary. And from henceforth I swear to rise with you every
morning."
"Oh, no!" cried the young lady, "please don't imagine that I sniff the
matutinal as a rule. I just happened to be in a night shift.
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