She made no answer.
"Aren't you going to?" he said.
"I don't know."
"Please, please do."
"Some day I will."
"But why not now?"
"Someone would see us."
"Oh, no, they wouldn't. And even if they did what would it matter? Muriel! please, please, Muriel!"
He raised himself again on tiptoe; and leaning forward, she rested her hands upon his shoulders. Then she slowly bent her head to his, and their lips met in such a kiss as children exchange for forfeits in the nursery. As she drew back Roland slipped back again on to his heels, but he still held her hand and her fingers closed round his, pressing them, if not with passion, at least with fondness.