“Isn’t it an awful shame, to turn you off merely because you didn’t pass the exam?”
“I don’t know,” said Beatrice coldly.
“Agatha says you’re as good as any teacher anywhere. It seems to me ridiculous. I wonder why you didn’t pass.”
“Short of brains, eh ’Postle?” said Beatrice briefly.
“Only brains to bite with,” replied Paul, laughing.
“Nuisance!” she cried; and, springing from her seat, she rushed and boxed his ears. She had beautiful small hands. He held her wrists while she wrestled with him. At last she broke free, and seized two handfuls of his thick, dark brown hair, which she shook.
“Beat!” he said, as he pulled his hair straight with his fingers. “I hate you!”
She laughed with glee.
“Mind!” she said. “I want to sit next to you.”
“I’d as lief be neighbours with a vixen,” he said, nevertheless making place for her between him and Miriam.
“Did it ruffle his pretty hair, then!” she cried; and, with her hair-comb, she combed him straight. “And his nice little moustache!” she exclaimed. She tilted his head back and combed his young moustache. “It’s a wicked moustache, ’Postle,” she said. “It’s a red for danger. Have you got any of those cigarettes?”
He pulled his cigarette-case from his pocket. Beatrice looked inside it.
“And fancy me having Connie’s last cig.,” said Beatrice, putting the thing between her teeth. He held a lit match to her, and she puffed daintily.
“Thanks so much, darling,” she said mockingly.
It gave her a wicked delight.
“Don’t you think he does it nicely, Miriam?” she asked.
“Oh, very!” said Miriam.
He took a cigarette for himself.
“Light, old boy?” said Beatrice, tilting her cigarette at him.
He bent forward to her to light his cigarette at hers. She was winking at him as he did so. Miriam saw his eyes trembling with mischief, and his full, almost sensual, mouth quivering. He was not himself, and she could not bear it. As he was now, she had no connection with him; she might as well not have existed. She saw the cigarette dancing on his full red lips. She hated his thick hair for being tumbled loose on his forehead.
