She yielded, not knowing what she should do.

Quite close she was, and he held her, unresisting, and kissed her.

She had known, but she had not realized.

The scarlet blood leapt up in maiden shame, and she started back a little.

But she thought that he had the right to do it.
"Good night," she said, with downcast eyes, for she felt that she could not stay to look at him.
"Good night, love," he whispered.
He let her go, and she slipped from him, leaving him still standing in his place.