"Oh, do not pretend that you do not understand—especially to-day, when they are both so unhappy—you will do something that will hurt them if you are not careful."
"I wonder—" Dolly did not complete the sentence, but turned away as though leaving it to him.
"I know. So you must not talk of my flirting with Mrs. Darche. It is not just to her nor kind to me—and you do not mean to be unkind to me, do you?"
"To you—of all people!" Her voice was very gentle.
"Of all people in the world, dear?"
"Yes—I think so—of all people." She nodded slowly, and then looked up and let her eyes meet his.
"You think so—you are not quite sure?" asked Vanbrugh, although there was no longer any doubt.
"I am always sure of what I think." Dolly smiled, still looking at him.
"And this is not play any more? This is quite earnest?"
"Quite—quite—" While she was speaking his face was suddenly close to hers and his lips touched her cheek. "Oh!—I did not mean—"