"You said the temptation passed," she admonished—while suffering it to remain.
"This isn't temptation—it's admiration, adoration——"
"Flirtation!" she laughed.
"Whatever it is, it isn't flirtation," he said. "You know that, don't you, Stephanie?"
She gave him a fleeting look.
"Yes, Montague, I know that," she answered softly—and quietly withdrew her hand. "Now sit down and let me tell you what it is I want you to agree to—we haven't much time, you know. Devereux will be on our trail if we're absent too long."
He whirled the chair around and sat down—then calmly leaned forward and, in a masterful matter-of-fact way, took possession of both her hands.
"Will that make you more amenable?" she laughed softly, yielding them to him.
"I'll agree to anything you wish, now," he responded.
"But it's not exactly right, Montague," she protested.