"Better than my lips?"
"No, dear."
"Well, one might think so. But, if you don't, then sir, I'm waiting." Her peremptoriness was very sweet.
I had gone there determined to take no lover's privileges until the cloud I was under had been removed. But, what would you! I was not stone, nor ice—and, no more was the Princess.
"You are a very imperious little sweetheart," I said, and kissed her; and whether once or twice or oftener does not matter.
She drew me down on the arm of the chair.
"I know what was in your mind, dear," she said; "and it's very good of you; yet, we settled all that last night. I don't care a rap for that woman."
I let my fingers stray softly through her hair.
"Not even if she have legal proof I am her husband?" I asked.
"You mean that certificate," she cut in. "Have you seen it?"