What is it, my dear delight?' She gave a tiny sigh, but shook her head, and looked up smilingly into his face. 'Mere irritation of the nerves, perhaps. Never mind it! I'm better now.' 'I do mind it.' He had been holding both her hands, but he released one, and drew a finger lightly across he brow. 'You mustn't frown, Venetia. Never in my presence, at all events!' 'Well, I won't!' she said obligingly. 'Are you smoothing it away - *stoopid*?