“It is true——” she began.
“This is hardly fair, you know,” said Clive.
“What?”
“You know as well as I do. If I am not to make love to you—and in a way you have placed me on my honor—go and sit at the other end of the log.”
“Pshaw! After what you have just said, you should be above such things.”
“I am not a spirit yet, please remember. And I am not by any means so highly developed as I ought to be. If you don’t go away I shall take hold of you.”
Helena went back to her former position.
“The Delilah becomes you,” he pursued, “until one realizes that it is not you at all. You look the most womanly of women now that you have forgotten you brought me here to make a fool of me——”
“I did not! Indeed, I did not. I brought you here because I wanted to talk to you in this forest, and because the moment I saw you I recognized something in you that I have found in no other man.”
“You take great risks, Miss Belmont; I should seize and kiss you after that remark, and you know it. To-morrow you will think me an ass because I did not, and I am.”