"To-morrow."
"To-night."
"Am I?" she sighed. "We-ell—do you want me to?"
"Yes," he answered, tremulously. He drew her to him, unresistingly. The moon made silver pools of her eyes. Her mouth, slightly parted, was like a crimson rosebud.
"Eve!" he whispered, hoarsely.
Her eyes closed and her head dropped happily back against his arm. The moonlight was gone now from her face.
Ages later—or was it only a few moments?—they were standing apart again, hands still linked, looking at each other across the little space of magic light.
"I must go now," she said softly. "Good night."
"Please, not yet!"
"But think of the time! Besides, it's quite—quite awful, anyway! Suppose Carrie heard of it!"