"
Spike sighed, rose, and taking the jug, went upon his mission.
"And how do you like Mulligan's, Mr. Geoffrey?" enquired Hermione,
regarding him with her calm, level eyes.
"Very much," he answered, "I like it better and better. I think--no, I'm
sure I would rather be in Mulligan's than anywhere else in the world."
"Oh! Why?"
Down went carving knife and fork, and leaning toward her he answered:
"Because in Mulligan's, among many other wonders, I have found something
more beautiful and far more wonderful than I ever dreamed of finding."
"In Mulligan's?" she asked, looking her amazement.
"In Mulligan's," he answered gravely. Now here, all at once, her glance
wavered and sank before his.
"What do you mean?" she enquired, staring into her cup.
"Shall I tell you?"
"Yes--no!" she murmured hastily and a little breathlessly, as Spike
reentered, and paused, jug in hand, to stare.
"What--haven't you served Hermy--yet?" he enquired in an injured tone.
"Certainly I have," answered Ravenslee, "here it is, you see--all
ready!"
"Only you forgot t' hand it t' her, and she forgot t' take it.
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