Presently he drew her to her feet
"I must take you home." He looked at her with eyes that were hot and passionate. "Marie, do you despise me? I tried to send you away, but I love you so, I love you so."
"I love you, too," she said.
"My beloved."
She looked up at him.
"It's good-night then?" She lifted her face like a child to kiss him. "Good-night till to-morrow," she said. "And then . . ."
He kissed the words from her lips.
She tidied her hair by the little glass over the mantel-shelf.
"My cheeks burn so," she said shyly. She had never before been kissed as Feathers had kissed her.
Her eyes fell on a photograph of Chris as she turned away. Chris at 264 his handsomest and happiest, his eyes meeting hers with the old smiling carelessness, and she felt as if a cold hand had clutched her heart.