"Oh, Val! You're being logical."
He took her hands and looked at them, and quoted—
"They are pale with the pallor of ivories,
But they blush at the tips like a curved sea-shell."
"Oh, Harry!"
He was thinking. He looked almost miserable. "I don't see—I must admit—how I shall ever be able to leave your hands!"
She looked at him suspiciously.
"Why should you? What do you mean?"
"Nothing. I only meant I couldn't...."
"Oh!"
"What's that?... Some one coming along the lawn."