He put his arm round again. She made no objection.
“I’m so comfortable,” he sighed blissfully.
“So long as you’re happy,” she retorted.
They drove down St. James’ Street into the Park, and Philip quickly kissed her. He was strangely afraid of her, and it required all his courage. She turned her lips to him without speaking. She neither seemed to mind nor to like it.
“If you only knew how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he murmured.
He tried to kiss her again, but she turned her head away.
“Once is enough,” she said.
On the chance of kissing her a second time he travelled down to Herne Hill with her, and at the end of the road in which she lived he asked her:
“Won’t you give me another kiss?”
She looked at him indifferently and then glanced up the road to see that no one was in sight.