"If you wish," she said, and unwound the strange garment.
She stood before him completely unclothed and for an instant his breath caught in his throat. Then she was in his arms again, covering his face with kisses.
After a moment she put the strange garment back on, smiling a little. "If it was just you I wouldn't mind at all," she said. "But we don't know who we'll be meeting."
Her face turned suddenly sober, all of the levity leaving her eyes.
"The window," she whispered. "We'd better—see what's outside. Just the thought of looking terrifies me, but we may as well get it over with."
Loring nodded. "If we had any real sense we'd have looked out immediately," he said. "We'd have let nothing stand in the way."
"David! What kind of talk is that? Think of what you would have missed. A completely undraped female, distinctly on the shameless side."
The taunting levity was back in her eyes again, as if she dreaded the thought of walking to the window even now and wished to put it off as long as possible with a whistling-in-the-dark bravado.
"You're right," Loring said. "Forgive me, darling. I spoke without thinking and I didn't mean it in quite that way. I'm glad we waited. It isn't just what I saw. It's what I—"
"David, please don't make me blush now. Shut up, damn you."