"Lately?"
"Yes." She leaned down from the saddle and rested both hands on my shoulders:
"Have you no better way to please than in catechizing me, John Drogue?" she laughed. "Do you know what lips were fashioned for except words?"
I kissed her, and, still resting her hands on my shoulders, she looked down into my eyes.
"Are you of Sir John's people?" she asked.
"Of them, perhaps, but not now with them, Jessica."
"Oh. The other party?"
"Yes."
"You! A Boston man?"
"Nick and I, both."