He smiled kindly into her dark fierce eyes, and noted with artistic approval the unspoiled beauty of natural lines in her form, and the proud poise of her handsome head on her full throat and splendid shoulders.
"You are very good-looking, Manella"-- he then remarked, lazily--"Quite the model for a Juno.

Be satisfied with yourself.

You should have scores of lovers!" She stamped her foot suddenly and impatiently.
"I have none!" she said--"And you know it! But you do not care!" He shook a reproachful forefinger at her.
"Manella, Manella, you are naughty! Temper, temper! Of course I do not care! Be reasonable! Why should I ?" She pressed both hands tightly against her bosom, seeking to control her quick, excited breathing.
"Why should you?
I do not know! But _I_ care! I would be your woman! I would be your slave! I would wait upon you and serve you faithfully! I would obey your every wish.

I am a good servant,--I can cook and sew and wash and sweep--I can do everything in a house and you should have no trouble.

You should write and read all day,--I would not speak a word to disturb you.