"The fault was mine," he flashed. "And you know it; and I know it."
"Then why did you do it?"
He shook his head, eyes again leaden.
"God knows," he whispered.
She stood for a moment; then again laughter rippled from the red lips.
"But why should we quarrel?" she asked, gently. "There are things in life more sweet." She went to him, leaning toward him, beautiful arms extended, lissome body bent.
"A kiss, My Fool," she whispered.
He turned from her.
"No," he cried.
She smiled.