Her heart gave a wild throb of half-incredulous delight. She made a small movement of one hand towards him, and quite suddenly she found it grasped in his. He bent to her with a laugh in his eyes.
"Shall we go on with the game,—Daphne?" he whispered. "Are you well enough?"
Her eyes answered him. Was he not irresistible? "Oh," she whispered, "I thought—I thought you had forgotten."
He glanced round, as if to make sure that they were alone, and then swiftly bent and kissed her quivering lips. "But the past has no claims," he said. "Remember, it is a game without consequences!"
She laughed very happily, clasping his hand. "I was afraid it was all over," she said. "But it isn't, is it?"
He laughed too under his breath. "I am under the very strictest orders not to excite you," he said, passing the question by. "If the doctor were to come and feel your pulse now, there would be serious trouble. And I shouldn't be allowed within a dozen yards of you again for many a long day."
"What nonsense!" murmured Dinah. "Why, you have done me so much good that I feel almost well." She squeezed his hand with all the strength she could muster. "Don't go away till I'm quite well!" she begged him wistfully. "We must have—one more dance."
His eyes kindled suddenly with that fire which she dared not meet. "I will grant you that," he said, "on condition that you promise—mind, you promise—not to run away afterwards."
His intensity embarrassed her, she knew not wherefore. "Why—why should I run away?" she faltered.
"You ran away last time," he said.