"Why have you come?" he asked, when the servant had gone.
"To see you. Don't you want me?"
"Yes, but—"
"Then sit down and talk; or rather don't. I want to think."
"You could have done that better alone."
"I want to think," she repeated.
They sat for some time in silence, during which Windebank longed to take her in his arms and shower kisses on her lips.
Presently, when she got up to leave, she found so much to say that she continually put off going. At last, when they were standing near the door, Mavis put her face provokingly near his. He bent, meaning to kiss her hair, but instead his lips fell on hers.
To his surprise, Mavis covered his mouth with kisses. Windebank's eyes expressed astonishment, while his arm gripped her form.
"Forgive me; forgive me," she murmured.