“Suppose you look up,” said Tay. “If you’re blushing because I have my arm round you for the first time, I’d like to see it.”
Julia laughed and threw back her head. She was blushing, and her eyes sparkled. “I’ll admit I never felt so happy in my life.”
“Are you as much in love with me as you were two days ago?” he asked dryly.
“Oh—rather more, I think.”
“If you like the sensation of my arm round you at a temperature of ten above zero, in full view of all Munich, can you imagine the ineffable happiness of being kissed by me in the vicinity of one of those tiled stoves with the door shut?”
“Then if all these people should suddenly disappear, you wouldn’t care to kiss me in the midst of this enchanted wood?”
“I’d kiss you wherever I got a chance, and what’s more I’ll do it. So prepare yourself.”
“Your promise!”
“Promise nothing. I absolve myself right here. And you talk Suffrage if you can!”
“Alas, I don’t want to. But I shan’t let you make love to me.”