He laid his lips upon hers, and felt a slight pressure in return. When he pressed her to him, she thrilled. He kissed her ear, as he whispered:
"Do you ever think of what it will be like when you are mine?"
"Ye-es."
"Sit on my lap, you darling!"
He half-pushed her off the arm of the chair. She stood up, hesitating, the colour ebbing and flowing in her cheeks.
"I have never done that."
He held out both hands.
"Isn't it time to begin? Is your dear little heart beating?"
"Yes, it is. Almost loud enough for father to hear. But I feel—I feel——" Her voice died away in an attenuated whisper.
"What do you feel?"