Then, look at the tendency of imagination toward mischief!" She laid her right forefinger on the palm of the left hand which he held, and traced the developments arising in the Mount of Hermes.

"Is it not a horrid hand, Mr.Siward?
I don't know how much you know about palms, but--" She suddenly flushed, and attempted to close her hand, doubling the thumb over.

There was a little half-hearted struggle, freeing one of his arms, which fell, settling about her slender waist; a silence, a breathless moment, and he had kissed her.

Her lips were warm, this time.
She recovered herself, avoiding his eyes, and moved backward, shielding her face with pretty upflung elbows out-turned.

"I told you it was becoming a habit with you!" The loud beating of her pulses marred her voice.