“It's all right, dear,” she whispered. “Kiss me!”
He pressed his lips to hers and held them until she sank back and lifted her hand in warning.
“Be careful!”
“Whose afraid?” Jim muttered, glancing over his shoulder toward the door. “Now tell me what day—tomorrow?”
“Nonsense, man!” she cried. “Give me time to breathe——”
“What for?”
“Just to realize that I'm engaged—to plan and think and dream of the wonderful day.”
“We're losing time——”
“We'll never live these wonderful hours over again, dear.”
Jim's face fell and his voice was pitiful in its funereal notes: “Lord, I thought the ring settled it.”