She cried out in agony of spirit.
"Forgive me, darling," he said. "I will keep faithful too."
They walked for some moments in silence.
"Do one thing for me," pleaded Mavis.
"And that?"
"We are near my nook—at least I call it that. Let us sit there for just three minutes and think Thursday was—was going to be our—" She could not trust her voice to complete the sentence.
"If you wish it."
"Only—"
"Only what?"
"Promise—promise you won't kiss me."