"I shall spoil my dress if I have to wrestle with you like this," she panted presently.
"Don't wrestle then," he said coolly. "Stay where you are, little moonbeam, and no harm will come to the dress."
It was fatal to be in his arms again. She stopped struggling and stayed passive within his embrace.
With easy strength Le Breton lifted her. Going to a bench, he sat down with her on his knee.
"Why did you run away from me the other night?" he asked.
A slim finger played rather nervously with a black pearl stud in the front of his dress shirt.
"I don't know," she said, her eyes avoiding his.
Then she laughed.
"Oh, yes, I do," she went on. "Because I couldn't do as I liked if I stayed with you."
"I could never be a hard taskmaster. Not with you," he said softly.