She leaned towards him.
"You have been very good to me," she admitted almost timidly, "and I am afraid that I have not been very gracious.

We shall not see one another again after this evening.

I wonder--would you care to kiss me ?" He opened his lips and closed them again.

He sat quite still, his eyes fixed upon the road ahead, until he had strangled something absolutely absurd, something unrecognizable.
"I would rather not," he decided quietly.

"I know you mean to be kind but that sort of thing--well, I don't think I understand it.