By this time they were standing up; the suit case had been closed and it was still between them, as if it was a sort of a guardian.
“Couldn’t you stay here and have a little lunch with me? We’ll have it right away and you’ll be away in an hour. Where’s your brother?”
“Oh, he always waits somewhere—outside, maybe.”
“In the other room?”
“Oh, no; sometimes in the hall and sometimes in the street; sometimes he goes away and comes back again.”
“Well, this time he can wait a little longer. Yama,” calling to the Jap, “get some lunch and hurry up.”
He picked up the barrier of a dress suit case and put it one side, then he walked over to her and putting his arm around her waist, pulled her toward him and kissed her squarely on the mouth.
“Oh,” she cried, “what are you doing?”
“Kissing you. I’ve bought your silks and now I’m ready to invest in kisses, and I find,” he remarked, as he kissed her again, “that your kisses are the best.”
The blood leaped to his brain, and he held her so tightly that it seemed as if he would crush her.