Margaret suddenly laughed.
“I ought to have a snapshot of you. You really thought I meant it. You put your hand out to take it. There, now you may have the pleasure of putting it back again.”
She moved closer to him and placed her right arm about him as he replaced the ring.
“My, you look solemn. You look as though you were actually sorry that I didn’t give you the ring back.”
“No, but you did shock me. Why did you do it, dear?” As he said this he was dimly aware of the fact that there was a trace of truth in what she had said. A very faint trace. He drew her to him and patted her dark hair slowly.
“Well, that is what I wanted,” she blushed. “You’ve acted so cool lately. You haven’t kissed me once this evening.”
“Oh, yes, I did.”
“I mean since you came in. You seem always thinking about something else. So I gave you this shock to, to—”
He kissed her warmly on the lips. He noticed her eyes close and her head tilt back and against him. He heard her sigh and wondered that he could so coolly watch her the while. Poor child, she expected his love. He drew her still more closely to him.
“You haven’t said a word about—about our wedding.”