"No, you don't," he at last said slowly, "you don't.

Moreover, there is no reason why you should take the trouble.

But----" He paused when the girl leaned and peered over the arm of her chair precisely in the manner of a child at the brink of a fountain.

"There's my violet on the floor," she said.

"You treated it quite contemptuously, didn't you ?" "Yes." Together they stared at the violet.