He pressed her fingers to his lips.

"Of what were you thinking, Jessica ?" he asked.
"Of what a sinner I am," she answered, with a sad kind of humour.
"What a villain must I be, then!" he responded.

"Well, yes," she said musingly; "I think you are something of a villain, George." "Well, well, you shall cure me of all mine iniquities," he said.

"There will be a lifetime for it.

Come, let us to the garden." "Wait," she said.