monplace, "what did it say to you? I say, you do look funny."
"Don't!" said Edred crossly. He began to tear off the armour. "Here, help me to get these things off."
"But what did it say?" Elfrida asked, helpfully.
"I can't tell you. I'm not going to tell any one till it's over."
"Oh, just as you like," said Elfrida; "keep your old secrets," and left him.
That was hard, wasn't it?
"I can't help it, I tell you. Oh! Elfrida, if you're going to bother it's just a little bit too much, that's all."
"You really mustn't tell me?"
"I've told you so fifty times," he said. Which was untrue. You know he had really only told her twice.
"Very well, then," she said heroically, "I won't ask you a single thing. But you'll tell me the minute you can, won't you? And you'll let me help?"
"Nobody can help, no one can advise me," Edred said. "I've got to do it off my own bat if I do it at all. Now you just shut up, I want to think."
This unusual desire quite awed Elfrida. But it irritated her too.
"Perhaps you'd like me to go away," she said ironically.
And Edred's wholly unexpected reply was, "Yes, please."
So she went.
