“What is it?” asked Dane.
But she did not wish to put any shades on his face, or bring any pain back to his eyes.
“I must get home, dear. I have to be here at eight.”
“Eight!”
“Oh yes, eight, every morning now. You see?” She shook her head decidedly at him.
“I see.” He helped her on with her coat, and then before she put on her hat he drew her to him and looked into her face. She could not keep her eyes open against that frightening clutch. What did this man expect of her, want of her, when he looked at her like that? Then she felt her lips being very delicately pressed.
“You don’t know when I first kissed you,” he said softly.
She opened her eyes widely upon him. “I certainly do. That morning when you came into my room?”
“Oh, no. Before that.” He smiled at the expression on her face.
“I kissed you the night before as you lay unconscious in the office yard.”
“Why, you preposterous perfidious villain,” she said delightedly.
“I couldn’t help it.”
She tried to frown at him, but she could not.
After they had kissed each other again she put out the light and they went to the door. Hearing no one about she walked to the river’s edge and stood there while he went off and disappeared in the shadows.
