She got up, clutching the edge of the table.
“Then, go—go quickly!”
Dick put his hands to his head. They’d done it again. Again. Well, this time she meant it. But to go without a caress—— He went towards her.
“Can’t I kiss you once before I go?”
And because she yearned for it, she taunted him.
“Your kisses aren’t love,” she said bitterly. “They’re desire!”
Ellen, returning with the children from the walk, found that Cecily was shut in with the baby. When she finally came from her room she was dressed to go out.
“Mr. Warner will be here any moment,” she said. “I’ll dress Dorothea. Put that white dress with the yellow embroidery on Leslie. Don’t forget to lock up the house when you go out, will you? And Ellen, don’t say anything to any one about Mr. Harrison’s having been here. He won’t be here again.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Ellen irrepressibly.
Dorothea, hearing her mother’s sentence, had set up a howl, and Leslie joined her for company.