She prattled on, chanting the happy burden of her love, while he strove to grip himself in the effort, somehow, to wound her with the truth. This, at the very first, was the golden opportunity.
"But, Labiskwee, listen," he began. "Are you sure you learned from Four Eyes all the story of the love of Paolo and Francesca?"
She clasped her hands and laughed with an immense certitude of gladness. "Oh! There is more! I knew there must be more and more of love! I have thought much since I lighted my fire. I have--"
And then Snass strode in to the fire through the falling snowflakes, and Smoke's opportunity was lost.
"Good evening," Snass burred gruffly. "Your partner has made a mess of it. I am glad you had better sense."
"You might tell me what's happened," Smoke urged.
The flash of white
