“But—,” he began, much troubled.
“I tell you, I can’t bear the sight of my own hands,” she said in low, passionate tones.
“But surely, Lettie, there’s no need—if you love me——”
She seemed to wince. He waited, puzzled and miserable.
“And we’re going to be married, aren’t we?” he resumed, looking pleadingly at her.
She stirred, and exclaimed:
“Oh, why don’t you go away? What did you come back for?”
“You’ll kiss me before I go?” he asked.
She stood with averted face, and did not reply. His forehead was twitching in a puzzled frown.
“Lettie!” he said.