She did something to his hair which made him look unlike himself or any Brodrick.
"Supposing," she said, "you repulse me? Could you repulse me?"
"No, Jinny; I don't think I ever could."
"What, not this outrageous hussy, flinging herself at your head, and rumpling your nice collar?"
She let him go that she might look at him and see how he really took it. He drew her and held her close to him in arms that trembled violently, while her lips brushed his with skimming, fugitive kisses, and kisses that lingered a moment in their flight.
"Do you like the way I make love?" she said. "And do you like my gown and the way I do my hair?"
His voice shook. "Jinny, why aren't you always like this? Why aren't you always adorable?"
"I can't be anything—always. Don't you adore me in my other moods?"
"Can you," said he, "adore a little devil when it teases?"
"I never tease you when you're tired."