"Dear Pan," she sighed, "I vow there are times I could kiss you as I used, when we were children."
"Trust me instead, dear Bet! Confess, the fellow hath a hold over you? Have you met him often at night?"
"Twice!"
"Shall you meet him again?"
"Thrice!"
"Alone? And—at midnight? Alone, Betty?"
"Quite alone."
"God!" he exclaimed, "what will the world think?"
"The world will be asleep."
"But how if you should be seen as I saw you—in the lane?"