"Ah, heaven!" cried the maid, in terror, drew the young man's head toward her, and pressed a kiss on his face.
He sprang to his feet, his face pale as death, extreme horror depicted in his glance.
"There!" exclaimed the maid. "Thou dost not kill me, and yet I have made thee very angry."
"This is not anger," sighed the young man.
"What is it, then?"
"It has no name."
"Then I may not kiss thee? Thou lettest me kiss thee last year, and the year before, and every other year."
"But thou art fifteen years old to-day."
"Ah! Then what was allowed last year, and always before that, is not allowed now. Dost not thou love me any more?"
"All my thoughts are filled with thee."