CHAPTER XXIV
He was beside her in a moment. An inarticulate sound of triumph had come from him—the legacy of some carniverous ancestor coeval with Adam. He was kissing her hands, and her face, and, when she bowed her head, he kissed the shining beauty of her hair.
It had the taste of sunlight.
She did not take any great pains to prevent him. She did not at that moment see that there was a particular need to do so. It seemed to her so good to be kissed by him.
He had an impression that she kissed him back—once.
Then they looked into each other’s faces and laughed quite pleasantly.
“How funny, isn’t it?” she said, “you have not seen me more than a dozen times.”
He was unable to see what was funny in the matter—that was why he laughed very seriously, and whispered, “My beloved!” in her ear.