So great was the oppression produced that neither one nor the other felt capable of saying a word, and it was only by a mighty effort Wynne was able to say:
“We’re married.”
Eve pressed his hand, and nodded.
“Rather beastly, wasn’t it?”
She nodded again.
“Doesn’t seem very real, does it?”
And she replied, “Would you kiss me just to make it seem more real?”
Rather awkwardly he stooped and brushed her cheek with a kiss.
“Better?” he said.
“A bit.”