I was angry!
Then I couldn’t help laughing a little at the mad incongruity of it.
Kissed, by Still Waters!
What could he think I thought of it? What was he thinking about it all now, downstairs there with those other two horrible men? What was his Uncle Albert thinking? Chuckling and laughing, ho, ho! I expected....
That ghastly moment!
That ghastly, ghastly moment!...
Thank goodness that the Governor did at least end it as soon as was humanly possible. And, after all, that quick gesture of his hardly counts as a kiss. I’ve seen the love-scenes in private theatricals carried out just like that by bashful amateurs. A stage-kiss; a sham one; in fact, no kiss at all.
Well, that, anyhow, was decent of Still Waters....
But was it? Was he thinking of my feelings? I don’t believe he was.