He cannot get away from himself--nor can I! That's the trouble! Come, obey me, Manella! Sit down here beside me!" Very slowly and very reluctantly she did as he requested.

She sat on the grass some three or four paces off.

He stretched out a hand to touch her, but she pushed it back very decidedly.

He smiled.
"I mustn't make love to you this morning, eh ?" he queried.

"All right! I don't want to make love--it doesn't interest me--I only want to put you in a good temper! You are like a rumpled pussy-cat--your fur must be stroked the right way." "YOU will not stroke it so!" said Manella, disdainfully.
"No ?" "No.