Paul laughed. "Wise girl! Who taught you so much? Come, confess!"
"Oh, I've known you a whole week, Paul, and you——"
But their lips met again and the sentence was never finished.
At last she put her hands on each side of his face and looked up into his eyes.
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Paul?"
"Of course not!"
"Of course you are!"
"You misunderstood me!—I said 'Not'! But why? Are you ashamed of me?"
"I ought to be, oughtn't I? But—I don't believe you can help it!"
His lips crushed hers again, fiercely. "I can't, Opal—I can't!"