There was silence for a space; then Wakefield whispered, twisting a button of Renny's pyjamas: "You go first, Renny. Say something."
Renny spoke sweetly: "Do you love me, Eden?"
Wake chuckled, then answered, seriously: "Oh, heaps. I'll buy you anything you want. What would you like?"
"I'd like a limousine, and an electric toaster, and—a feather boa."
"I'll get them all first thing in the morning. Is there anything else you'd like, my girl?"
"M—yes. I'd like to go to sleep."
"Now, see here, you can't," objected the pseudo-groom. "Ladies don't pop straight off to sleep like that."
But apparently this lady did. The only response that Wakefield could elicit was a gentle but persistent snore.
For a moment Wake was deeply hurt, but the steady rise and fall of Renny's chest was soothing. He snuggled closer to him, and soon he too was fast asleep.
