“You do—you do love me very much, don’t you? I am more to you than your work?”
Her lips had intoxicated him so that he would have told her any lie so that she did not elude him. But he really thought he was speaking the truth, that there was something more than mere sex attraction between them.
“Yes, yes,” he cried fiercely, with the conquering note of the male; “can’t you feel?—don’t you know?—kiss me, kiss me——”
It was several minutes before they went back to the pink abominations and the more sober discussion of their wedding.