"That's true; you didn't know it when we were at Palm Beach. That was tamer than this. I think now we can very easily prove our theory." And he kissed her, still laughing. But when he did it again, she turned her face against his shoulder.
"Courage," he said; "we ought to be able to prove this theory of ours—you and I together—"
She was crying.
"If you're feeling guilty on Shiela's account, you needn't," he said. "Didn't you know she can scarcely endure me?"
"Y-yes."
"Well, then—"
"No—no—no! Louis—I care too much—"
"For yourself?"
"N-no."
"For me? For Shiela? For public opinion?"