His breath was in her face, and his inflamed eyes gazing into hers. Instinctively Elsie ceased to struggle and closed her eyes.
He kissed her mouth violently. “God! You haven’t got much to learn. Who’s been teaching you?” he asked her roughly.
“Oh, you oughtn’t to have done that,” said Elsie feebly.
“Rubbish! You know I’ve been thinking of nothing else since you’ve been here.”
He sat down and pulled her on to his knee. “Now tell me all about it,” he commanded. His manner was no longer facetious, and he had dropped his jocosities of speech.
“Let me go,” said Elsie.
“Sit still.”
“Suppose someone were to come in?”
“No one will.”
She wriggled a little, half-heartedly, and he gripped her more firmly round the waist. The scene degenerated into a sort of scrambling orgy of animalism.