They wandered out of the tavern arm in arm for a little stroll. There was a gorgeous moon, spreading all about them a realm of intoxicating tropical splendour. Lili drew closer to him and sighed: “It’s grand, isn’t it Jerry?” Her tone was a little reverent, as it generally was when she felt herself overcome by the beauty of the night.
They wandered together a little way down the still, white road. Jerome felt the girl gently relaxing against him. There was a thrilling softness and deliciousness in the contact. He slipped an arm about her. Impulsively they paused and kissed. It was a wonderful, lingering kiss, and Jerome found his hands tremblingly in her hair.
The night was lustrous and so unutterably sweet. They turned at last and slowly walked back to the tavern. And the spell endured.... He held her hand hotly. In the shadow of some feathery trees he pressed his cheek against hers, and they kissed again.
“Oh, Jerry!” she whispered.
“I love you!” he said.
Their hearts beat rapidly and their voices trembled when they spoke to each other. They felt themselves irresistibly drawn together.
The urge was strong and sweet. They gave themselves up to it, and the night was theirs. Yes, theirs. All the lustrous beauty and mystery of it, long and golden, with cares put aside until the morrow, and only in their hearts the strange, rich, poignant thrill which held them so breathless and made their kisses seem immortal....