The general was polite and attentive, and as prompt as any younger gallant in the work of supplying his fair companion with the good things she was so ready to appropriate.
"Will you have a glass of champagne ?" Of course she would.

Her eyebrows arched a little in surprise at the question.

The general filled a glass and placed it in her hand.

Did she raise it to her lips?
No; she held it a little extended, looking at him with an expression which said, "I will wait for you." For an instant General Abercrombie felt as if he were sinking through space.

Darkness and fear were upon him.