There were but two now. She was leaning closer to him, his arm had stolen round her waist.
"Six--"
Something made her glance hastily to the door, but the bounding blood in his pulses seemed for him to have invaded the whole world, and he heard nothing.
"Seven!--"
It was dark now, and from the darkness came the long-drawn sound of a kiss; then of another.
Eight--Nine!--The chiming hour went on.
His arms were round her. Aye, but hers were round him also. Arms like iron, lips like steel upon his mouth.
"Ten!"
"Die dog!" she whispered with the kiss. "Nay, thou shalt take it."
He struggled fiercely.