Lawrence seized the hand eagerly. He drew her in and kissed her. She glanced back through the open door along the hall. She blushed delightfully.
"You're not afraid that some one will see me kiss you and thus know that you belong to me?" he asked, banteringly.
"It's too much like a chambermaid to be kissed in the hall," she answered, with a laugh.
"Oh, is it?"
"But I'm not afraid that people will think I belong to you; I'm—"
She hesitated so long that Lawrence drew her yet nearer, with a fine disregard of the open door.
"You're what?" he asked.
"I'm proud to be yours."
Here she turned her face away and held up the rose to shield her.
"My darling!" he exclaimed. She glanced at him shyly. It was enchanting to see the lovely face so happy.