Her eyelids fluttered and dropped.
“You do understand me as nobody else does.”...
“I do—I do—I’m sure I do——”
“And you understand, too, that there’s always that other kiss—the kiss of the Antinöus——”
“It shall be our picture, Amory—all three of us,” he said, with ardour.
“I hope we’re not acting in haste, Cosimo.”
“I’m quite sure we’re not. Oh, let it be soon, Amory!”
He had put his hand on her arm, but she drew a little away.
“Don’t touch me just yet, Cosimo, please,” she asked him.
“No—I beg your pardon,” he said humbly. “I know that in a sense you aren’t here—you’re creating. By Jove, it is wonderful!”