"No, we will have a mere cave, a lair," he laughed.
She shook her long hair down over his face playfully.
"Will you be a savage old cave man?" she asked.
"I shall. As savage as they ever made them in the golden age," he answered, and drew her down against him.
"I shall like that," she said, her eyes full of a warm, dreamy light.
"You will be terribly abused by your beast husband," Lawrence said gaily.
"I think sometimes, Lawrence, that I could enjoy being hurt by your hands—having them really cause me pain."
He gripped her tightly against him and his hands tightened.
"Claire," he said, "a man never knows what there is in his nature till a woman like you whispers in his ear. You make me afraid at what I feel within me."
"I know," she said. "I'm afraid, too, of what there is in you, but just the same I'm going to be the happiest woman in the world."