“It’s very wrong of me, isn’t it?” she said.
Philip, surprised and a little amused, looked into her eyes, and as he looked he saw them soften and grow liquid, and there was an expression in them that enchanted him. His heart was suddenly stirred, and tears came to his eyes.
“Norah, you’re not fond of me, are you?” he asked, incredulously.
“You clever boy, you ask such stupid questions.”
“Oh, my dear, it never struck me that you could be.”
He flung his arms round her and kissed her, while she, laughing, blushing, and crying, surrendered herself willingly to his embrace.
Presently he released her and sitting back on his heels looked at her curiously.
“Well, I’m blowed!” he said.
“Why?”
“I’m so surprised.”