"You sweet soul!" he murmured—"You little Innocent! You are so pretty to-day!—you madden me—"
He unfastened her hat and put it aside,—then drawing her closer, showered quick eager kisses on her lips, eyes and warm soft neck. He felt her heart beating wildly and her whole body trembling under his gust of passion.
"You love me—you truly love me?" she questioned, between little sighs of pleasure—"Tell me!—are you sure?"
"Am I not proving it?" he answered—"Does a man behave like this if he does not love?"
"Ah, yes!" And she looked up with a wild piteousness in her sweet eyes—"A man will behave like this to any woman!"
He loosened his clasp of her, astonished—then laughed.
"Where did you learn that?" he asked—"Who told you men were so volatile?"
"No one!"—and her caressing arms fell away from him—"My Amadis, you find it pleasant to kiss and to embrace me for the moment—but perhaps not always will you care! Love—real love is different—"
"What do YOU mean by love?" he asked still smiling.
She sighed.