The resistance died out of him at once. He stood breathing deeply at her side.
She lifted her face to his.
"Mr. Silver!"
"Sweetheart!"
He loomed above her like a great shadow; and she felt his love beating all about her as with wings.
"Bend your head!"
His face drew down to hers in the dusk.
Then his arms stole about her lithe body; and his laughter was in her ear soft as the cooing of a dove.
"Don't kiss me," she said.
"You deserve it," he replied.