They were glad, and they could forget perfectly. They laughed, and went
to the meal provided. There was a venison pasty, of all things, a large
broad-faced cut ham, eggs and cresses and red beet-root, and medlars
and apple-tart, and tea.
'What GOOD things!' she cried with pleasure. 'How noble it
looks!--shall I pour out the tea?--'
She was usually nervous and uncertain at performing these public
duties, such as giving tea. But today she forgot, she was at her ease,
entirely forgetting to have misgivings. The tea-pot poured beautifully
from a proud slender spout. Her eyes were warm with smiles as she gave
him his tea. She had learned at last to be still and perfect.
'Everything is ours,' she said to him.
'Everything,' he answered.
She gave a queer little crowing sound of triumph.
'I'm so glad!' she cried, with unspeakable relief.
'So am I,' he said. 'But I'm thinking we'd better get out of our
responsibilities as quick as we can.'
'What responsibilities?' she asked, wondering.
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