“Well, I don’t see how that happened, but I am glad it did because it’s been a great thing for me to see you at your first—first—first.”
He sat down on the fountain’s edge near her.
“I shall not forget it,” he said.
“I shall remember it as long as I live,” said Robin and she lifted her unsafe eyes again and smiled into his which made them still more unsafe.
Perhaps it was because he was extremely young, perhaps it was because he was immoral, perhaps because he had never held a tight rein on his fleeting emotions, even the next moment he felt that it was because he was an idiot—but suddenly he found he had let himself go and was kissing the warm velvet of the slim little nape—had kissed it twice.
He had not given himself time to think what would happen as a result, but what did happen was humiliating and ridiculous. One furious splash of the curled hand flung water into his face and eyes and mouth while Robin tore herself free from him and stood blazing with fury and woe—for it was not only fury he saw.
“You—You—!” she cried and actually would have swooped to the fountain again if he had not caught her arm.
He was furious himself—at himself and at her.
“You—little fool!” he gasped. “What did you do that for even if I was a jackass? There was nothing in it. You’re so pretty——”
“You’ve spoiled everything!” she flamed, “everything—everything!”