"No. But don't kiss me—yet," she whispered, tightening his arm around her.
He laughed softly: "Your Royal Shyness is so wonderful—so wonderful—so worshipful and adorable! When may I kiss you?"
"When—we are alone."
"Will you respond—when we are alone?"
But she only pressed her flushed cheek against his shoulder, clinging there in silence, eyes closed.
A few seconds later they started guiltily apart, as Cairns came striding excitedly out of the darkness:
"I'm going to get married! I'm going to get married!" he repeated breathlessly. "I've asked her, but she is crying! Isn't it wonderful! Isn't it wonderful! Isn't it won——"
"You!" exclaimed Jacqueline, "and Cynthia! The darling!"
"I said she was one! I called her that, too!" said Cairns, excitedly. "And she began to cry. So I came out here—and I think she's going to accept me in a minute or two! Isn't it wonderful! Isn't it won——"
"You lunatic!" cried Desboro, seizing and shaking him, "—you incoherent idiot! If that girl is in there crying all alone, what are you doing out here?"