"It was at your request I put it on," said he.
"I know it," she replied.

"Is that blue vein still in my temple that used to show there?
The scar must be just upon it.

If the cut had been a little deeper it would have spilt my hot blood indeed!" Fitzpiers examined so closely that his breath touched her tenderly, at which their eyes rose to an encounter--hers showing themselves as deep and mysterious as interstellar space.

She turned her face away suddenly.

"Ah! none of that! none of that--I cannot coquet with you!" she cried.