'You'll have to learn.'
'Yes,' said Lucy; and sighed faintly.
'You mustn't wound such love.'
'No,' said Lucy. 'Don't let us wound each other ever any more, darling Everard.'
'I'm not talking of each other. I'm talking at this moment of myself in relation to you. One thing at a time, please.'
'Yes,' said Lucy. 'Kiss me, won't you, Everard? Else I shan't know we're really friends.'
He took her head in his hands, and bestowed a solemn kiss of pardon on her brow.
She tried to coax him back to cheerfulness. 'Kiss my eyes too,' she said, smiling at him, 'or they'll feel neglected.'
He kissed her eyes.
'And now my mouth, please, Everard.'