Augustus was murmuring sentences of love all the time. It must have sounded like this:
"Darling, what a dear little paw!"
"Oh! is not that a lady looking this way?"
"I should like to kiss your arm—"
"I am sure they can see in here by that looking-glass."
"Why won't you let me kiss just that jolly little curl on your neck?"
"I am certain some one is coming—oh!—oh!"
These "ohs" were caused by Augustus having got so beside himself that he actually bent down and kissed my shoulder!
A sudden sense of helplessness came over me. I felt crushed, as if I could not fight any more, as if all was ended.
"Good God! How white you are, darling! What is the matter?" I heard his voice saying, as if in a dream. "Come, let me take you to have some champagne."