Ask him to come out here, Frederika. She turned to the snake-child again. Zimbule, do stop crying. You don't want to go back to Bunny?
The child vigorously shook her head.
Then stay to dinner with us, and spend the night here.
She put her hhand tenderly on the girl's head, and she knew that Zimbule would stay.
Presently Cupid appeared, a little alarmed, obviously wondering what was up. He looked rather pompous in his fat, small way. Campaspe noted that he was losing his hair.
Hello, 'paspe, do you want to see me?
Yes, Cupid, I do. This is Miss O'Grady. Zimbule bowed her head but did not offer her hand. She's dining with us, and going to the theatre.
To the theatre! Cupid was very much astonished.
Certainly. Why not?
But you usually . . . I have an engagement, but I'll break it. Whenever you want me, you know I'm here.
Why was every one so pathetic today? She remembered that Paul had once asked her why she had married, and she had answered that everybody should marry at least once, and he had insisted. But why Cupid? and she had replied, He's the very man I should have married. How true! she thought now with a smile.
