“Wonderfully.”
And in each other’s eyes they saw the eager, boundless confidence of youth. They were going to make a great thing of their life together. Roland cast a swift glance over the banisters to see if anyone was in the hall, then stood on tiptoe, raising himself till his face was on the level with Muriel’s.
“Muriel,” he said.
“Yes.”
“I want to whisper something in your ear.”
“What is it?”
“Lean over, closer to me, and I will tell you.”
She bent her head, her cheek brushing against his hair. “Well?” she said.
He placed his mouth close to her ear.
“Muriel, you haven’t kissed me yet.”