“Ey?”
The glaring eyes were coming back. Liza, frightened again, began once more to whimper prettily.
“I didn't mean to flayte you, Liza,” Robbie said coaxingly. “You're a fair coax when you want something,” said Liza, trying to disengage herself from the grasp of Robbie's arm about her waist. He might be an invalid, Liza thought, but he was wonderfully strong, and he was holding her shockingly tight. What was the good of struggling?
Robbie snatched a kiss.
“Oh you—oh you—oh! oh! If I had known that you were so wicked—oh!”
“Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me, or I will never let you go, never,” cried Robbie.
“Never?” Liza felt that she must forgive this tyrant.
“Well, if you'll loosen this arm I'll—I'll try.”
“Liza, how much do you love me?” inquired Robbie.
“Did you speak to me?”