They stood without moving, while new and insane senses started to pulse in his side and throat.
Then very slowly Esme raised her chin and looked at him, her eyes half hidden by their lids, her lips curled in a moist, mocking pout.
In an instant Wynne’s arms fastened round her, but she pressed away from him.
“You mustn’t kiss me—you mustn’t. If you did I don’t know what would happen.”
“I don’t care,” said Wynne, madly.
So having won her pretty little battle she struggled no more, but put her lips where best they might be reached.
VII
Five minutes later he was speeding northward in a taxi. He had given the driver his home address, but he said a second later:
“No; drive me out Hampstead way—keep going—any old where.”
Then he lay back and let the wind rush through his hair, while his thoughts ran riot.