Kiss me." He put his arms round her, and bent her head back, studying her French and rather inscrutable eyes, her dark lashes, her mobile mouth, her long white throat.

He put his hand caressingly upon it, and slid his fingers beneath the loose lace that the open wrap exposed.

"Dear," he said, "I want you to-night." "To-night, cherie ?" she questioned.
"Yes, now," he said hotly.

"And why not?
You give to other men--why not to me, Louise ?" She freed herself with a quick gesture, and, brave heart, she laughed merrily.

The devil must have started at that laugh, and the angels of God sung for joy.