"Please——"
"What good will it do?" she asked at last. "I shall have to go, and you—won't——"
"Won't—what?"
She crept up close behind his chair.
"—say it," she whispered.
He reached out his hand with a commanding gesture. "Nan, come here. Say—what?"
She bent over the back of his chair and laid a soft, trembling hand on each side of his face.
"Please say it," she breathed.
He seized her hands and drew them to his lips. "Nan, you are tempting me almost beyond my power. Do you mean to tempt me? Are you trying to?"
She leaned low, so that her breath swept his cheek, and whispered, "Yes."