There were new things in the world--he was sure of it now, sure though they were coming to him through the mists, coming to him so vaguely that even while he obeyed he did not understand.
Her full, soft lips were slightly parted; her heavily-fringed eyelids closed; her deep brown hair, which had escaped bounds a little, drooping over her ear.

His fingers suddenly clasped hers tightly.
"Beatrice!" he whispered.
She sat up with a start, her eyes questioning his, the breath coming quickly through her parted lips.
"Once you asked me to kiss you, Beatrice," he said.

"To-night--I am going to." She made no attempt to repulse him.

He took her in his arms and kissed her.

Even in that moment he knew that he had made a mistake.
Nevertheless, he kissed her again and again, crushing her lips against his.
"Please let me go, Leonard," she begged at last.
He obeyed at once.