No.
BLACKMORE
Then come with me. Will you? (He stands waiting for her; then he turns and takes his overcoat; pulls it on, leaving the collar turned up, ceasing to twist his cap) Well—will you tell me to-morrow?
[She goes forward and flings her arms round his neck. He suddenly kisses her passionately.
MRS. HOLROYD
But I ought not. (She draws away a little; he will not let her go)
BLACKMORE
Yes, it's all right. (He holds her close)
MRS. HOLROYD
Is it?