I remained stupefied. Had she understood?
Our boat was gradually drawing nearer to the bank, and got entangled under a willow which impeded its progress. I drew my arm around my companion's waist, and very gently moved my lips towards her neck. But she repulsed me with an abrupt, angry movement:
"Have done, pray! You are rude!"
I tried to draw her towards me. She resisted, caught hold of the tree, and was near flinging us both into the water. I deemed it the prudent course to cease my importunities.
She said:
"I would rather have you capsized. I feel so happy. I want to dream—that is so nice." Then, in a slightly malicious tone, she added:
"Have you, then, already forgotten the verses you recited for me just now?"
She was right. I became silent.
She went on:
"Come! row!"