He at once became repentant. “I only noticed her when I was lonely,” he excused himself; “I thought she was like you.”
Desire screwed up her mouth thoughtfully. “Then I’ll have to keep you from being lonely.”
She tilted up her face. He pressed her lips gently at first; then fiercely. They did not stir. “That’s enough.” She strained back from him. “Be careful Remember what you told me—that I haven’t any passion.”
“You have.”
“But you said I hadn’t.”
Her strength went from her and he drew her to him. “The fourth time,” he whispered.
“When were the others?”
“That day up the Hudson when I asked you to marry me.”
“And the next?”
“At the apartment, when we said good-by across the stairs.”