They were honest eyes, just now filled with innocent sadness and regret, but they drew him with irresistible power.

Without realizing in the least what he was doing he yielded to the impulse.

Bending his head he kissed the tremulous lips.
"Oh," whispered Betty, standing still as a statue and looking at him with wonderful eyes.

Then, as reason returned, a hot flush dyed her face, and wrenching her hands free she struck him across the cheek.
"For God's sake, Betty, I did not mean to do that! Wait.

I have something to tell you.