"I know--I know. Dear--will you kiss me?"
"For God's sake, Betty! You don't know what you're saying. After all,
we're husband and wife--a kiss between you and me can't be play any
longer. It means--it must mean--everything."
She leaned toward him, her eyes exquisitely tender.
"I know, dear," she said. "Must I ask you again? Will--will you kiss
me?"