He watched her carefully.
"Oh, that 'ud be fine. You'd come and see me here?"
"Of course—if you asked me?"
"If I asked you," she repeated in a sudden, trembling scorn.
Her head drooped to his breast, and he took her in his arms, holding her across him—all her magnificent weight upon his knees. Oh, she was a lovely creature ... as he kissed her firm, shy mouth it seemed to him as if her whole body was a challenge. A queer kind of antagonism seized him—prude or rake, she should get her lesson from him all right.
§18
When he had gone Joanna said to Ellen—
"D'you think it would be seemly if I asked Mr. Hill here to stay?"
"Of course it would be 'seemly,' Jo. I'm a married woman. But would he be able to come? He's in business somewhere, isn't he?"
"Yes, but he could get away for Whitsun."