"I accepted the responsibility when I saved you." "But you haven't the least idea what to do with me," said the Dragon-Fly, with a forlorn smile.

"You ought to have thought of that.
You'll be going back to India soon.

And I--and I--" She stopped, still stubbornly refusing to meet the man's eyes.
"I am going back next week," Merryon said.
"How fine to be you!" said the Dragon-Fly.

"You wouldn't like to take me with you now as--as _valet de chambre_ ?" He raised his brows momentarily.

Then: "Would you come ?" he asked, with a certain roughness, as though he suspected her of trifling.
She raised her eyes suddenly, kindled and eager.