"My name at last! You accused me of that sort of thing before, in this room."
Rhoda stood up. "I will wish you good night."
"And now you take my hand."
"Good night," they uttered simultaneously; but Robert did not give up the hand he had got in his own. His eyes grew sharp, and he squeezed the fingers.
"I'm bound," she cried.
"Once!" Robert drew her nearer to him.
"Let me go."
"Once!" he reiterated. "Rhoda, as I've never kissed you—once!"
"No: don't anger me."
"No one has ever kissed you?"