“It's true, I assure you.”
“I don't believe it. What was the pledge? No, don't tell me! Tell me if you kept it.”
He moved uneasily under her searching gaze, but did not answer.
“Did you keep your pledge?” she insisted.
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
He shifted again uncomfortably.
“For several months,” he began, “but I must admit—”
“No, no!” she interrupted with a swift emotional change. “Don't admit anything. It was wicked of me to mock you. Come, we will drink to the lady in Philadelphia! Fill the glasses! To Katherine! And poor, weak human nature! Katherine! And all our good resolutions!”
Pen's eyes teased her lover with a gay diablerie as she slowly emptied her glass, and Herrick's heart quickened at the realization that this beautiful woman belonged to him—she belonged to him. At the same time he was conscious of a vague uneasiness under the increasing allurement of her glances. Were there ever such eyes in the world? Was there ever such a woman? Adorable as a saint, dangerous as a siren!