“Then I shall not. Thee makes me fear thee.”
“Well—as you wish,” he said.
And at the disappointment in his face a pretty light came to her own. She gave him her hand without his asking—for the first time—and whispered—for the first time, also:
“Forgive me—John.”
Then, shocked at herself, she explained:
“The Quakers use the first name, always, thee knows.”
“I know,” said John Rem, kissing the little thing he held.
VII
THE INEFFABLE WHIRL
And so, in time, they came into temptation worse than his—the surge of the orchestra. He felt her arm tremble in his and drew it very close.
“Yes!” she gasped.