But this was a different
species. Graceful and tactful he might not be, but he was honest.
"Why?" she said.
"I've got something more important to do."
"You're reverting to type sadly. What is it that's so important?"
"Work."
"You can work any time."
"No. Unfortunately I have to eat and sleep sometimes."
The implication she accepted quite seriously.
"Are you really as busy as all that? I'm quite conscience-stricken
over the time I've wasted for you."
"Not wasted at all. You've cheered me up."
"That's something. But you won't come to the city to be cheered
up?"
"Yes, I will. When I get time."
"Perhaps you won't find me at home."
"Then I'll wait."
"Good-bye, then," she laughed, "until your leisure day arrives."
She climbed the rock, stepping as strongly and surely as a lithe
animal. At the top, the spirit of roguery, ever on her lips and
eyes, struck in and possessed her soul.
"O disciple of science!" she called.
"Well?"
"Can you see me?"
"Not from here."
"Good! I'm a Voice again. So don't be timid. Will you answer a
question?"
"I've answered a hundred already.
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