"And it will help to furnish your
house when you get married, Nina."
"Ah, Leo," said she, "if you would only think about yourself! It is
always to-day, to-morrow, with you: never the coming years--"
"Yes, I know all about that," he interposed. "Now I'm going to show you
how these are used. They're loving-cups, you know, Nina--"
"Loving-cups?" she repeated, rather timidly.
"Yes? and I will show you how the ceremony is performed. Now, will you
get me some lemonade, Nina, and a little of the vermouth that I sent to
Mrs. Grey?"
She went and got these things for him; and when she returned he poured
into one of the tiny goblets about a teaspoonful of the vermouth,
filling it up with the lemonade; then he put the other cup on the top of
this one, so that they formed a continuous vessel; he shook the
contents; then he separated the cups, leaving about half the liquid in
each, and one of them he handed to Nina, retaining the other.
"We drink at the same time, Nina--with any kind of wishes you like."
She glanced towards him--and then shyly lowered her eyes--as she raised
the small cup to her lips. What were her wishes? Perhaps he did not care
to know; perhaps she would not have cared to tell.
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