She neither shrank away nor invited him.
"Dear!" he whispered.
Her arms stole from underneath the cloak, her fingers rested upon his shoulders.

He scarcely knew whether it was a caress or whether she were holding him from her.

In any case it was too late.

With a little sob of passion his lips were pressed to hers.

Even as she closed her eyes, the scent of the lilies seemed to intoxicate him.
He was back in his place without conscious movement.