Before she realized it his arms were round her, and his lips had met hers.

"You drive me crazy," he whispered.
Both were trembling; she had become quite cold--her cheeks, her hand, her body even.

"You mustn't," she murmured, drawing gently away.
"You set me crazy," he repeated.

"Do you--love me--a little ?" "Oh, I must go!" she pleaded.

Tears were glistening in her long dark lashes.