"I don't care," he went on, unheeding her question. "They did worse things in their time, from what I hear." He leaned forward to draw her to him.
"Worse things? But we are doing nothing bad," said Necia, holding him off. "There's no wrong in loving."
"Of course not," he assured her.
"I am proud of it," she declared. "It is the finest thing, the greatest thing that has ever come into my life. Why, I simply can't hold it; I want to sing it to the stars and cry it out to the whole world. Don't you?"
"I hardly think we'd better advertise," he said, dryly.
"Why not?"
"Well, I shouldn't care to publish the tale of this excursion of ours, would you?"
"I don't see any reason against it. I have often taken trips with Poleon, and been gone with him for days and days at a time."
"But you were not a woman then," he said, softly.
"No, not until to-day, that's true. Dear, dear! How I did grow all of a sudden! And yet I'm just the same as I was yesterday, and I'll always be the same, just a wild little. Please don't ever let me be a big tame. I don't want to be commonplace and ordinary. I want to be natural—and good."