She drew away to check it.

"Not now," she murmured, and her quick breath and flush were not art, but nature.

"Not just now--Joshua." "You make me--insane," he muttered between his teeth.

"God!--I DO love you!" They were arrived; were descending.

And she led him, abject and in chains, into the presence of Mrs.Whitson and the most fashionable of the fashionable set.