She laughed sadly:
“So we are to be wise, eh?” She came close to him: “But you have not told me how you are moved by a woman’s face—so how can I tell you—what——”
“Miss Judith, I am afraid we are playing with fire.”
She turned, frowning out of the window:
“You are right,” she said. “These things are made of fire—they are beyond speech.” She turned and came very close to him: “But,” she added hoarsely, “your lips could tell my lips—without—all this prattle——”
She put her warm hand upon his sleeve:
“I want to know,” she said.
“Tsh!” said he.
She turned swiftly to the window.
A servant entered the room; and the girl, standing still, steadied herself with sudden self-command.