"I've had a lovely time."
"So have I."
He had not released her hand, and now she leaned toward him until the
great braid of her hair fell across her breast.
"Bob White, I'm rather sorry I was so--so violent yesterday, when you
were carrying me and--and did what you did."
She was so close to him that he felt her hair brush his forehead. The
blood was pounding in his ears, and his throat was parched. He lifted
his left hand slowly to her neck to draw her lips to his. Then, all at
once, he steadied himself.
"Oh, you little witch!" he said. "I swear I don't know whether you're an
innocent or a demon. No, no, Betty! The next time I kiss you, you must
ask me outright, not merely _look_ at me! Do you ask me?"