"Come on, Doc!" He reached out a hand to me.
But now Yolara spoke.

Life and beauty had flowed back into her face, and in the purple eyes all her hosts of devils were gathered.
"Do you forget what I promised you before Siya and Siyana?
And do you think that you can leave me--me--as though I were a _choya_--like _her_." She pointed to Lakla.

"Do you--" "Now, listen, Yolara," Larry interrupted almost plaintively.

"No promise has passed from me to you--and why would you hold me ?" He passed unconsciously into English.

"Be a good sport, Yolara," he urged, "You _have_ got a very devil of a temper, you know, and so have I; and we'd be really awfully uncomfortable together.