"All right," he said. "I won't tell a soul without your consent. But—" he leaned nearer to her, speaking almost under his breath—"when I am alone with you, Juliet—I shall take you in my arms—and kiss you—as I have done to-day."
Again a swift tremor went through her. She looked at him no longer. "Oh, but not—not without my leave," she said.
"You will give me leave," he said.
She was silent for a space. He was drawing her two hands to him, and she tried to resist him. But in the end he had his way, and she yielded with a little laugh that sounded oddly passionate.
"I believe you could make me give you anything," she said.
"But you can't give me what is mine already," he made quiet answer, as he pressed the two trembling hands against his heart. "That is understood, isn't it? And when you are tired of working for your living, you will come to me and let me work for you."
"Perhaps," she said, with her head bent.
"Only perhaps?" he said.
His voice was deeply tender. He was trying to look into the veiled eyes.
"Only perhaps?" he said again.