Hush, dear! Don't speak--for I shall never be able to tell you this if you speak, or look at me.

And I want to ask you a question.

May I?
And will you keep your eyes covered ?" "Yes." "Then--there are memories which burn my cheeks--hush!--I do not regret them....

Only, what am I changing into that I am capable of forgetting--everything--in the happiness of consenting to things I never dreamed of--like this"-- bending and laying her lips softly against his cheek....

"That was wrong; it ought to frighten me.