The eyes glowed like tiny jewels.
"If we could only keep these little things alive," she sighed; then, fearful of taking the least iota from his pleasure, added: "but of course we can't, and for scientific purposes it's all right to let the lovely little creatures sink into their death-sleep." A slight haze had appeared over the lake; a sudden cool streak grew in the air, which very quickly cleared the flower-beds of moths; and the pretty sub-tropical sphinx was the last specimen of the evening.
In the library Scott pulled out a card-table and Kathleen brought forceps, strips of oiled paper, pins, setting-blocks, needles, and oblong glass weights; and together, seated opposite each other, they removed the delicate-winged contents of the collecting jar.
Kathleen's dainty fingers were very swift and deft with the forceps.
Scott watched her.

She picked up the green-and-rose Pandorus, laid it on its back on a setting-block, affixed and pinned the oiled-paper strips, drew out the four wings with the setting-needle until they were symmetrical and the inner margin of the anterior pair was at right angles with the body.
Then she arranged the legs, uncoiled and set the proboscis, and weighted the wings with heavy glass strips.
They worked rapidly, happily there together, exchanging views and opinions; and after a while the brilliant spoils of the evening were all stretched and ready to dry, ultimately to be placed in plaster-of-Paris mounts and hermetically sealed under glass covers.
Kathleen went away to cleanse her hands of any taint of cyanide; Scott, returning from his own ablutions, met her in the hall, and so miraculously youthful, so fresh and sweet and dainty did she appear that, in some inexplicable manner, his awkward, self-conscious fear of touching her suddenly vanished, and the next instant she was in his arms and he had kissed her.
"Scott!" she faltered, pushing him from her, too limp and dazed to use the strength she possessed.
Surprised at what he had done, amazed that he was not afraid of her, he held her tightly, thrilled dumb at the exquisite trembling contact.
"Oh, what are you doing," she stammered, in dire consternation; "what have you done?
We--you cannot--you must let me go, Scott----" "You're only a girl, after all--you darling!" he said, inspecting her in an ecstacy of curiosity.

"I wonder why I've been afraid of you for so long ?--just because I love you!" "You don't--you can't care for me that way----" "I care for you in every kind of a way that anybody can care about anybody." She turned her shoulder, desperately striving to release herself, but she had not realised how tall and strong he was.

"How small you are," he repeated wonderingly; "just a soft, slender girl, Kathleen.
I can't see how I ever came to let you make me study when I didn't want to." "Scott, dear," she pleaded breathlessly, "you must let me go.

This--this is utterly impossible----" "What is ?" "That you and I can--could care--this way----" "Don't you ?" "I--no!" "Is that the truth, Kathleen ?" She looked up; the divine distress in her violet eyes sobered him, awed him for a moment.
"Kathleen," he said, "there are only a few years' difference between our ages.