"Wanted to kiss me? Thank you, Mr. Maynadier!" with a toss of her head.
"No, that any one ever kissed you—until this moment."
And straightway he took her in his arms.
She pushed him from her, at last, and sprang back.
"Just what do you mean, sir?" she demanded—"just what do you mean?"
She was making a desperate effort to appear indignant.
"Mean?" he exclaimed, "you know what it means! Judith, you love me, don't you, sweetheart?"
"Am I to take that as a proposal?" she asked.
"Surely, dear——"
"Then, do you not think, sir, it would be a trifle more appropriate to confess your own feelings, rather than to inquire as to mine?"