"Just so," assented the outlaw, standing up and taking off his coat
and flinging it upon the floor.
Cap shuddered, but went on calmly with her preparations. There were
two little white bowls setting one within the other upon the table.
Cap took them apart and set them side by side and began to break the
eggs, letting the whites slip into one bowl and dropping the yellows
into the other.
Black Donald sat down in his shirt sleeves, took one of the bowls
from Capitola and began to whisk up the whites with all his might
and main.
Capitola beat up the yellows, gradually mixing the sugar with it. In
the course of her work she complained that the heat of the fire
scorched her face, and she drew her chair farther to-wards the
corner of the chimney, and pulled the stand after her.
"Oh, you are trying to get away from me," said Black Donald,
hitching his own chair in the same direction, close to the stand, so
that he sat immediately in front of the fireplace.
Cap smiled and went on beating her eggs and sugar together. Then she
stirred in the brandy and poured in the milk and took the bowl from
Black Donald and laid on the foam. Finally, she filled a goblet with
the rich compound and handed it to her uncanny guest.
Black Donald untied his neck cloth, threw it upon the floor and
sipped his egg-nog, all the while looking over the top of the glass
at Capitola.
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