“How long ago it all sounds! And the third?”
“On Christmas Eve. Princess, I’m going to kiss your lips whenever I like now.”
She slanted her eyes at him. “Are you? See if you can.”
Her cheeks were flushed. Slipping her finger into her mouth, she pretended to thwart him. She lay in his arms, happy and unresisting—a little amused.
“When are you going to kiss me back?”
She laughed into his eyes like a witch woman. “Ah, when? You’re greedy—never contented. I’ve given you so much.”
“I shall never be contented till——”
She flattened her palm against his lips to silence him.
“Didn’t I tell you that my niceness would commence quite suddenly? I can be nicer than this.” She nodded. “I can. And I can be a little pig again presently—especially if we meet another naval officer. I’m always liable to—”
“Not if you’re in love with any one,” he pleaded.