CAPT. G. Given me a wee bit of your heart, haven't you, my Queen? MRS. G. _That's_ nothing. Any one would do _that._ They cou--couldn't help it. CAPT. G. Pussy, you'll make me horribly conceited. Just when I was beginning to feel so humble, too. MRS. G. Humble! I don't believe it's in your character. CAPT. G. What do you know of my character, Impertinence? MRS. G. Ah, but I shall, shan't I, Phil? I shall have time in all the years and years to come, to know everything about you; and there will be no secrets between us. CAPT. G. Little witch! I believe you know me thoroughly already. MRS. G. I think I can guess. You're selfish? CAPT. G. Yes. MRS. G. Foolish? CAPT. G. _Very._ MRS. G. And a dear? CAPT. G. That is as my lady pleases. MRS. G. Then your lady _is_ pleased. (_A pause._) D'you know that we're two solemn, serious, grown-up people-- CAPT. G. (_Tilting her straw hat over her eyes._) You grown-up! Pooh! You're a baby. MRS. G. And we're talking nonsense. CAPT. G. Then let's go on talking nonsense. I rather like it. Pussy, I'll tell you a secret. Promise not to repeat? MRS. G. Ye--es. Only to you. CAPT. G. I love you. MRS. G. Re-ally! For how long? CAPT. G. For ever and ever. MRS. G. That's a long time. CAPT. G. 'Think so? It's the shortest _I_ can do with. MRS. G. You're getting quite clever. CAPT. G. I'm talking to _you._ MRS. G. Prettily turned. Hold up your stupid old head and I'll pay you for it! CAPT. G. (_Affecting supreme contempt._) Take it yourself if you want it. MRS. G. I've a great mind to--and I will! (_Takes it and is repaid with interest._) CAPT. G. Little Featherweight, it's my opinion that we _are_ a couple of idiots. MRS. G. We're the only two sensible people in the world! Ask the eagle. He's coming by. CAPT. G. Ah! I dare say he's seen a good many sensible people at Mahasu. They say that those birds live for ever so long. MRS. G. How long? CAPT. G. A hundred and twenty years. MRS. G. A hundred and twenty years! O-oh! And in a hundred and twenty years where will these two sensible people be? CAPT. G. What _does_ it matter so long as we are together now? MRS. G. (_Looking round the horizon._) Yes. Only you and I--I and you--in the whole wide, wide world until the end. (_Sees the line of the Snows._) How big and quiet the hills look! D'you think they care for us? CAPT. G. 'Can't say I've consulted 'em particularly. _I_ care, and that's enough for me. MRS. G. (_Drawing nearer to him._) Yes, now--but afterwards. What's that little black blur on the Snows? CAPT. G. A snowstorm, forty miles away. You'll see it move, as the wind carries it across the face of that spur, and then it will be all gone. MRS. G. And then it will be all gone. (_Shivers._) CAPT. G. (_Anxiously._) 'Not chilled, pet, are you? 'Better let me get your cloak. MRS. G. No. Don't leave me, Phil. Stay here. I believe I am afraid. Oh, why are the hills so _horrid!_ Phil, promise me, promise me that you'll _always_ love me.