She was not quite brave enough; she did not quite dare.

Instead, she leaned toward him to meet him, and in his arms murmured:- "You know, it is really not for my sake, Martin, but for your own.

I am sure smoking hurts you; and besides, it is not good to be a slave to anything, to a drug least of all." "I shall always be your slave," he smiled.
"In which case, I shall begin issuing my commands." She looked at him mischievously, though deep down she was already regretting that she had not preferred her largest request.
"I live but to obey, your majesty." "Well, then, my first commandment is, Thou shalt not omit to shave every day.

Look how you have scratched my cheek." And so it ended in caresses and love-laughter.

But she had made one point, and she could not expect to make more than one at a time.