"Drink that at once now! And I'll drink one drop
myself--just for luck! Here now! Here's to the next time, and you at
the top of the poll!"
"Sounds as if I were a bear!" said Larry, with a pale smile at her, as
he lifted the glass, "Clink!" He touched her glass, and then drank the
wine thirstily.
"I was just about cooked," he said apologetically. "Awfully good of
you and the Doctor--"
"Ah, don't be talking nonsense!" interrupted Tishy. "Here, show me
your glass--"
The glasses were very large and old fashioned; she refilled his,
brimmingly. "Now, sit down, and drink that, and eat a bit of cake. Not
a word out of you now! Only do as you're told!"
Then, as he obeyed her, she suddenly knelt beside him, and before he
realised what she was doing she began to unlace his boots. Larry
started up, horrified and protesting.
"Sit down at once and be good!" said Tishy, holding firmly to the foot
on which she had begun operations, and with a vigorous jerk compelling
him to obedience. "I'll do what I choose, I always do!"
Her nimble, white fingers made short work of the task that she had set
herself; Larry's remonstrances availed him nothing. She had insisted
on refilling his glass a third time, and the wine had begun to take
away from him the feeling of reality, and to make everything seem hazy
and indefinite, but quite agreeable.
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