"Well, I don't want you to have any illusions about me, Chris. I have none about you. Let us begin fair anyway. It will be so much easier when the end comes."
"There will be no end," he said passionately. "I love you—love you with every breath of my body, every thought in my mind, every throb of my nerves. I love you!" He kissed her hand repeatedly. "I love you!" He took her in his arms and pressed her to him.
She struggled with him without any anger, or disgust, or fear. As she put him away from her she just said simply:
"Please don't. It's so hot this morning."
As she turned away from him she was struck dumb. Sitting beside the table in the middle of the room, her back turned to them, was the strangest, oddest little figure Ethel had ever seen.
Who was she? How long had she been in the room?
Ethel turned to Brent. He was quite pale now and was nervously stroking his slight moustache.
Ethel was furious! It was incredible that Brent could have been so indiscreet!
How on earth did that creature get there without their hearing or seeing her?
Ethel went straight to the demure little figure sitting on the chair.