He had seated himself close beside her. She suddenly exclaimed: "Oh! a
stag."
The train was passing through the forest of Saint Germaine, and she had
seen a frightened deer clear one of the paths at a bound. Duroy, leaning
forward as she looked out of the open window, printed a long kiss, a
lover's kiss, among the hair on her neck. She remained still for a few
seconds, and then, raising her head, said: "You are tickling me. Leave
off."
But he would not go away, but kept on pressing his curly moustache
against her white skin in a long and thrilling caress.