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I couldn't!" said Puck, almost crying, clinging fast around his neck. "But why not?" he questioned, gently. "Weren't they kind to you there? Weren't you happy?" She clung faster. "Happy, Billikins! With that hateful Captain Silvester lying in wait to to make love to me! I didn't tell you before. But that that was why I left." He frowned above her head. "You ought to have told me before, Puck."
He pulled out his handkerchief and dabbed her wet cheeks with clumsy tenderness. "It's all right," he said again. "Don't cry! I hate to see you cry." She gazed at him, still doubtful, still sobbing a little. "Oh, Billikins!" she said, tremulously, "why did you?" "I don't know," he said. "I was mad. It was your own fault, in a way.
"P'r'aps some day, Billikins!" she said, with a little, quivering laugh. "But not yet not if I've got to go to the Hills away from you." "When I follow you to the Hills, then," he said. She freed one hand and, reaching up, lightly stroked his cheek. "P'r'aps, Billikins!" she said again.
Billikins trotted into the room, his doll in his mouth, and, laying his burden down in mid-floor, as if to make easier the concentration of his faculties upon the duty of investigating this stranger, advanced with signs of ready friendship. Brand responded to his overtures, but the dog, after a preliminary smell or two, broke into a sudden howl and trembled as if with fear.
He waited in silence. And suddenly she raised her face and looked at him fully. There was a glory in her eyes such as he had never seen before. "I dreamt last night that the wonderfullest thing happened," she said, her red lips quivering close to his own. "Billikins, what if the dream came true?" A hot wave of feeling went through him at her words.
At last, with a little murmuring sigh, she spoke. "What is going to happen, Billikins?" "God knows," he said. But there was no note of dismay in his voice. His hold was strong and steadfast. She stirred a little. "Do you believe in God?" she asked him, for the second time. He had not answered her before; he answered her now without hesitation. "Yes, I do." She lifted her head to look at him.
She leaned back against him. "Yes, I know, darling. You're a man that likes to manage, aren't you? Well, you can manage me and all that is mine for the rest of my natural life. I'm never going to leave you again, Billikins. That's understood, is it?" His face sobered. "What possessed you to come back to this damnable place?" he said. She laughed against his shoulder.
I can't be grateful enough that you were so fortunate as to get a position under such a thorough gentleman!" Billikins was Henrietta's dog and her particular care. When she went to the kitchen to feed him after dinner she found him licking many gaping wounds in the body and clothing of his cherished plaything, the rag-doll.
And then there came the warmth of her lips upon them, kissing them with a fierce passion of tenderness, drawing them close as if to breathe her own vitality into his failing pulses. "Open your eyes to me, darling!" she besought him. "See how I love you! And see how I want your love! I can't do without it, Billikins. It's my only safeguard. What! He is dead? I say he is not he is not!
A very curious smile drew Merryon's mouth. "I thought I had had something to do with it," he said. "I think I am entitled to part-ownership, anyway." She shook her head, albeit she was very close to his breast. "You're not, Billikins!" she declared, with vehemence. "You only say that out of pity. And I don't want pity. I I'd rather you hated me than that! Miles rather!" His arms went round her.
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