“No.”
“One.”
“None.”
“Shall I let you go?”
“Yes,” she said, but catching sight of his face, stopped short.
He dropped her hands with a laugh and looked at her. Then she came slowly up to him, and flushing crimson, pulled his head down to hers.
“Yvonne, do you love me? Truthfully?”
“Rex, can you ask?” Her warm little head lay against his throat, her heart beat against his, her breath fell upon his cheek, and her curls clustered among his own.
“Yvonne—Yvonne,” he murmured, “I love you—once and forever.”
“Once and forever,” she repeated, in a half whisper.