"Lilian.... Lilian," he whispered, calling her by her name for the first time.
"It's only for to-night," she said.... "Why did you kiss me?"
"Lilian," he said again.
They came out into the glare of the streets near Victoria: romance dropped away from her as the Park was left behind. She sat upright and fumbled with her hair.
"You oughtn't to have kissed me.... I oughtn't to have...."
The discussion of it was horrible to him. It jarred. He, too, came suddenly back to reality.
"It was only for to-night, of course," she said, with a nervous laugh.
"It's not!" he said, positively. "It's for to-morrow and for all time."
They drew up at the station. It was all over. The idyll ended in a clatter of horses' hoofs and hissing of steam, and engines whistling, and the hurrying to catch the last train.
"Look here ..." said Humphrey, as he stood by the carriage door.