He felt very much in love with her
In fact they had been climbing all day; and she had worn a blister on her heel; but she did not mean that.
«To-day,» said Ernest, twitching his nose as he bit the end off his cigar, «he chased a hare.» He paused; struck a match, and twitched again.
All round them on tables and chairs there were golden tributes, some nestling in cotton wool; others branching resplendent-candlesticks; cigar boxes; chains; each stamped with the goldsmith’s proof that it was solid gold, hall-marked, authentic
«A white hare!» Rosalind exclaimed, as if she had been expecting this. «Rather a small hare; silver grey; with big bright eyes?»
Sometimes when they wanted a gamekeeper, or a poacher or a Lord of the Manor, they amused themselves by distributing the parts among their friends
«Yes,» said Ernest, looking at her as she had looked at him, «a smallish animal; with eyes popping out of her head, and two little front paws dangling.» It was exactly how she sat, with her sewing dangling in her hands; and her eyes, that were so big and bright, were certainly a little prominent.
«Yes; that’s what she’s called,» said Rosalind. «Lapinova.» And before they went to bed that night it was all settled. He was King Lappin; she was Queen Lapinova. They were the opposite of each other; he was bold and determined; she wary and undependable. He ruled over the busy world of rabbits; her world was a desolate, mysterious place, which she ranged mostly by moonlight. All the same, their territories touched; they were King and Queen.
Thus when they came back from their honeymoon they possessed a private world, inhabited, save for the one white hare, entirely by rabbits. No one guessed that there was such a place, and that of course made it all the more amusing. (más…)