“What will make you take it?�
Something like a gleam of cunning came into the face. The answer came:
“Kiss me!�
She battled with herself for a moment silently, and then, bending closer, touched his forehead with her lips.
“That isn’t all! You must say: ‘I forgive you!’�
“I can’t!�
“All—right, then!�
Silence ensued. The angles of the features were growing pinched and sharp; a bluish shade was creeping about the mouth. She cast a glance of scorn at her own reflection, caught in a mirror that hung against the opposite wall, and said the words:
“I forgive you! Isn’t that enough?�
“Not quite. ‘I love you—and——’�