“Then give it to me. I'll keep it forever and ever.”
She put up her hand to her head.
“Ah! how sweet of you! And what a lovely little hand! But no; let me take it for myself.”
He reached one arm around her shoulder, put his hand under her chin, tipped up her face, and kissed her on the lips.
“Darling!” he whispered.
Then in a moment she awoke from her world of wonder and enchantment, and the intoxication of the evening left her. She did not speak; her head dropped; she felt her cheeks burn red, and she hid her face in her hands. There was a momentary sense of dishonour, almost of outrage. Drake treated her lightly, and she was herself to blame.
“Forgive me, Glory!” he was saying, in a voice tremulous and intense. “It shall never happen again—never—so help me God!”
The day was dawning, and the last raindrops were splashing on the wet and empty pavement. The great city lay asleep, and the distant thunder was rolling away from it.