"You're very rude," she replied.
"I'd like to beat you! I'd like to hurt you!..."
She smiled at him and then she put her arms about his neck and drew him towards her. "You don't loathe me, Paddy," she said softly, soothing him with her voice, "you love me, don't you?"
"Will you come away with me? Now?"
"No!" She kissed him and got up. "Let's go to lunch," she said.
He felt that he ought to leave her then, but he followed her meekly enough.
"I don't think I'll stay to lunch," he said weakly.
"Yes, you will!" she replied. "You can take me to a picture gallery afterwards!..."
4
They did not go to a picture gallery. The spring air was so fresh that she declared she must go for a drive.