She stopped, and looked at me in astonishment. Then she burst into a gay laugh:
“You love me? You love me? Thanks, Monsieur! If ever you dared say you didn’t ...!”
To punish me, she drew my head down teasingly, and pressed her lips to mine, in a kiss that lasted ... that lasted, till I knew no more....
When her clasp relaxed, I sat up again. She had sunk gently back upon the pillows.
Suddenly her eyelids quivered.
“Oh!” she said; “how that kiss fatigued me! Dearest, it cannot be seven o’clock? Won’t you tell me that I needn’t get up? I’m so tired! So tired! It can’t be sev....”
She collapsed suddenly upon the pillows, her eyes closed.
The door behind me opened.