"Oh, monsieur!" she whispered, making slightly to get free.
He held her closer. "Nay," he said. "Why do you fear me?"
She ceased to struggle. "I fear—lest we be seen."
Her yielding body, held close to his own, the perfume, the lovely face upturned, gripped his senses—for an instant, discretion fled—he bent and kissed those full red lips.
And in that instant, Judith Marbury stood in the doorway, and saw it all. The next moment, she had vanished.
But Miss Stirling was not so occupied with Maynadier, that she had not seen—and understood. She sprang away.
"Judith Marbury!" she exclaimed.
"Where?" he demanded, freeing her, instantly.
"There—in the doorway! She saw you kiss me!"
"The devil!" he exclaimed.