broidered in blue and red, and of flowing trousers of a lighter shade, made, like the bodice, of almost transparent cambric. Round her ankles were numerous narrow rings of gold, and her bare feet were thrust into slippers of rich crimson velvet. Gerard rose and passionately took her in his arms.
"Do you like me?" she asked, laughingly looking up into his face.
"Do I like you? Eve, I worship you! You are perfection, and you could not be lovelier."
"And do you like our garden of Eden?"
"Yes; because you are in it! But, Eve, it seems so unreal."
"And do I seem unreal, Adam? Can you not feel that I am flesh and blood?"
He kissed her full lips and then her smooth, fair neck.
"But I cannot understand! It seems like a dream."
She smiled as she archly took his finger, and, putting it between her teeth, bit it.
