"And then you kissed me—"
"Oh, John! how wicked of you—why did you keep so still?"
"I waited—longing."
"For what?"
"Hoping you would kiss me again."
"What! twice?" she cried. "How could you think I would kiss you twice—I was so ashamed—"
"Well, Leila?"
She began to feel that she was perilously close to tears, as he said softly, "Leila Grey!"
"John Penhallow, will you take me—oh, John! I love you."
He caught her hand and touched it with his lips reverently.